Hi there @MoiraC ...sending a big (((hug))). I don't have mets, but I have a veritable shopping list of other shit, aside from the BC, tossing the dice as to which will eventually knock me off my perch. King of which is a brain aneurysm, literally a ticking time bomb, and factoring in that I've been on high doses of blood thinners for 20+ years, well...'nuff said. There are days, and very particularly nights and the wee small hours that I feel a bee's dick away from losing it totally. My Bepanthen for my soul is my knitting. I sit there with balls of yarn and two pointy sticks and my fucked up body and brain transform it, one stitch at a time into something useful. If my brain is particularly scrambled, I work on something very plain that requires no concentration, just muscle memory to churn up and down each row. If I have a measure on brain synapses firing in tune, I work on something with a lot of lace work. Concentrating on a convoluted pattern chases away those other nasties which always lurk. Each of us will have something which soothes them and nourishes their soul, yoga, exercising (shudder), painting, gardening...whatever. I'm sure you can find something, for just that short period of time that is repetitive and soothing for you.