The stigma associated with Fibromyalgia, (hysterical, drug-seeking, lazy) is a very real and egregious phenomena. See, I'm just trying to show ya'll that reliance on pain-medication in order to function doesn't affect my IQ. Look at those forty dollar words there, eh? Not a laughing matter. I am not a biblical scholar, someone here might be, but it seems to me there is a passage (in Genesis, I believe) about
the Lord putting plants and flowers on the earth that they may be "as food," to benefit mankind. By this, and I apologize for the inaccuracy of my quote, I believe the plants were such as Poppy'. So here we have this drug war waged between the Gov't and the producers and procurers of medicine. Over there we have this Multi-national Pharmaceutical Industry popping out all sorts of chemicals, at exhorbitant prices, policing themselves, essentially, and many of these two year wonder drugs get yanked off the shelves by about
year three when they discover little side effects, like stroke, or bleeding ulcers. You have the doctors stuck in the middle trying (most of them, to ease suffering because that is why they went to medical school in the first place.) Then we have the heavy hand of legislators coming down hard on them, and pulling their licenses if they are prescribing too much pain medication. Why? Money.
I was referred to a (get this) psychiatrist, once. He had me wait about
forty minutes in his waiting room. There was nobody else there. That should have been my first clue. I could hear him yakking away behind a closed door so since it was a one way yak, I figured he was on the phone, so, OK. I wait, and wait, still the one way yak. Finally, the door swings
open and this middle aged guy invites me in. So in I go. Then the middle aged guy
carefully places his cell phone in the middle of his desk, and mutters something about
expecting a call. OK, so maybe he has a patient in crisis. So then he leans way back in his chair and throws his feet up on his desk, and says "so what's your problem?" So, I begin to tell him, single mom, 3 jobs, no babysitter, headaches, anxiety, can't sleep, Fibromyalgia, He stops me right there, takes his feet down off his desk, stares me right in the eye, and says "Convince me you have Fibromyalgia". I begin to sputter, not quite sure how to respond and thank goodness, his cell phone rang. He pointed toward the door and said," do you mind, this is a personal call ". I could hear him booking his T Time for a golf game that afternoon as I bolted from the building. So there you have it folks. They used to banish leppers to caves in the mountains where they would suffer till death miraculously saved them. This is not so different. There is little "evidence" to establish Fibromyalgia. So we must be making it up.