From the Introduction Pages of “Fibro-My-What?!” written by Mary Ann Ringling
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Through the tears of pain pouring from my eyes, I could see the snow outside was quickly turning into a blizzard. Sitting near the window, I noticed an elderly lady that was looking at me, with obvious concern written all over her kind face. I suddenly realized what a sight I must be.
I had been hunched over with my head nearly laid on my left shoulder, rocking slowly, for over an hour. Had I succeeded in keeping my crying at least semi-quiet? At least I had the luxury of this soft wheel-chair seat instead of one of those hard ER waiting room chairs. The kindness of the triage nurse to find me this chair had left me hopeful.
After nearly five years since my diagnosis of Adult On-Set Scoliosis and Acute Chronic Fibromyalgia Syndrome, I had reason to be more than a little skeptical of trying any new Doctors or hospitals. In these past five years, life has taken me through three different States, and I cannot even count how many Doctors, Chiropractors, and Emergency Rooms. Now, one week after moving to South Lake Tahoe, I was in full fibro crisis.