I wasn’t going to talk about it. I probably shouldn’t talk about it. But now I am going to talk about it.

I have spent the last few weeks preparing for a deposition for a lawsuit I am involved in. I have filed a claim against the insurance of a person who rear-ended me. I will not go into the details, but they are 100% liable, and the insurance company is 100% trying to screw me!

This accident has changed my entire life. I gave up my lucrative sales position because I could no longer maintain my territory. I have suffered tremendous pain as a result of the accident and my Fibromyalgia has become much worse. The last two years since the accident have been hell – physically and emotionally.

Before then I was able to work full-time and live a relatively normal life with Fibromyalgia. Sure I had my flare-ups and my bad days, but it has been one continuous bad day since the accident. And if the pain wasn’t bad enough, the financial burden it has placed on my husband and me is enough to end most marriages.

And now they are dissecting my life as though I were a criminal on trial. I have to provide them with 10 plus years of medical records; all of my personal tax and banking information from the past 7 years; plus all of my sales and commission reports from 3 years before the accident until now. UNBELIEVABLE!!!

So if I have neglected my blog for the past few days this is why. I have been searching through boxes and files to come up with everything they need. I do not want to give them any ammunition to lowball my claim any further. Every time I answer the pages and pages of questions they have and provide them with the documents they need, they come up with more! I don’t know about you, but I do not organize my life so that I am readily prepared for this type of inquisition. Plain and simple, this has been a bitch.

When this is all settled and over, I am going to go into the details.  I am going to tell you all every painful detail of this experience that has been the underlying force behind my every thought, feeling and emotion over the past two years.  Seriously, this accident has influenced my life more than any other event in my adult life.  I am a believer that something good comes out of everything bad.  Well, it better be something REALLY good, and it better come soon!

Some days I just get mad.  Today is one of those days.  Hell, I’m not mad; I am pissed.  I need to stop censoring myself just because I don’t want to offend anyone reading this.  I am pissed!

I’m pissed that I still have hope – hope that somewhere inside me there is still a vibrant healthy person, but everyday I feel myself slipping further and further away from her.  I am pissed that I cannot just wake up in the morning and take control of my day.  I am pissed that I can’t always finish the laundry when it needs to be done or scrub the damn toilet.  I am pissed that my head and neck hurt so bad I’m half expecting an alien to rupture out at any minute.  I am pissed that my dog has so much unreleased energy he is becoming neurotic and I can’t walk him.  I am pissed that I have so many damn limitations in my life.  I am pissed because I don’t believe my life will be like this forever, and yet I have no idea how to change it.  I have hope; hope with no place to direct it.

And then I see on the local news that there is a Chiropractor who claims to have the cure for Fibromyalgia.  He has the cure, and if you give him your life savings to come to his clinic for treatment you will no longer suffer from FM.  So she does it.  A lady here in San Diego, at her wits end because she cannot live another day with the pain and fatigue of FM, she gives him her life savings and she goes to his clinic for weeks of treatment and guess what?  She still hurts!  She hurts and now she is broke and more stressed which will lead to more pain.  She placed her hope in him and he let her because he is trying to capitalize on a condition that is misunderstood and under-researched.  He is a snake oil salesman!

Dr. Whitcomb claims he “figured out a long time ago what was causing it and how to treat it.” Well great!  Then why not share it with the few researchers who are actually trying to discover a cause and treatment for Fibromyalgia?  And why not make all of the information on your website simple and easy for everyone to access?  Why not share your miracle cure with the world if what you are truly after is helping people and healing people?  Why?  Because you are not, because what you are really after is the $7,000 – $12,000 you charge for treatment.

And you have plenty of testimony from people you have helped.  Well sure, daily massage and chiropractic adjustment can help alleviate chronic pain and reverse chronic symptoms, and I am sure the patients you did help suffered from those aliments, but that is different from Fibromyalgia.  You cannot take five minutes to diagnose someone with chronic pain as having Fibromyalgia, and then help their symptoms, and then declare you have found the cure to Fibromyalgia.  How can you have the cure when just last month legitimate researchers proved there are blood flow problems in the brains of people with Fibromyalgia.  Does your great cure address this?  Did you already know this and decide not to share?  Do you even realize that you can have chronic pain and not have Fibromyalgia?  You are a charlatan! 

And now I am even more pissed!  I am pissed that you took her hope and capitalized on it.  What does she do with her hope now if she has any?  How will she know where to place it, and whom she can trust with it?  You took that from her.  You took her hope and deposited it your bank account.  Great!  Now you can advertise your “cure” even more.  Buy yourself a soapbox and a covered wagon with your profits.  And don’t forget the damn top hat!