When my H got really bad one day in the early days of my H it wasn't just things like dishes and door knobs. It was literally everything and anything. I remember going outside that day and layed under a big tree, because the inside of my home was worse than the outside. I remember the light breeze hitting the leaves we're terrible. Little things that shouldn't hurt were just irritating. That was probably my worst point of my H. My T wasn't prominent then. It came and hit me like a bus a while later.