I spent the next few years seeing every specialist my doctor could think of. Neurologists, rheumatologists, anesthesiologists, and one chiropractor. I saw physical therapists, acupuncturists, and ‘healers,’ the laying of hands type. My doctor enrolled me in a pain clinic. I continued pool therapy and massage therapy. I started going to a psychologist who then requested I meet with a psychiatrist as well, I did. I followed every recommendation. I went to every appointment.
I wanted to be cured!!!
“B” decided we needed a lawyer. John W. was one heck of an attorney! He was very soft-spoken, and he was wise. John became my friend as he guided me through the legal process. I was ordered to see the insurance company’s medical specialists, and I did so without hesitation. (Who knew? They were ‘specialists.’ Maybe they could tell me what was wrong with me!) John handled the collection of all my medical records, and short and long-term disability payments through my employer. John went before the judge and fought for me. John would call me weekly, just to check on me. He was and still is a great man.
With all of the above going on, I was still trying to work! I’d be at work for two or three days one week, put in a week, then out for a week or two. I was utterly exhausted. I was in pain. I was all over the map! I needed help from “B,” but he was not able to help even himself. He had his second back surgery, and I don’t think he ever really recovered. He had become an agitated, angry person.
And still, I had no diagnosis to explain the chronic nature of my pain.
I did end up with an array of ‘secondary’ diagnoses due to the car accident. Ready? It still is so unbelievable to me. Chronic pain, chronic fatigue, restless leg syndrome, closed head injury, concussion, post-concussion headaches, movement disorder, lower back disc displacement, a fractured pelvis, severe whiplash, clinical depression, and post-traumatic stress disorder.
I was imploding.
I was going to get fired.