Right on Austen. You nailed it. As soon as a self testing, self monitoring pharmaceutical company decides there is a market to capitalize on; presto, Fibromyalgia is on the map, but if you refuse Lyrica because of the horrific side effects, the least of which is dizziness, drowsiness, and weight gain, along with other, more severe muscle aches and pending death, well then you are a narcotic seeker who should be labelled an addict and be refused help. I have been on many stronger narcotics, and asked for more mild preparations to avoid the addiction issue. he one I am taking now is for mild pain, and if I miss a day or three, all that happens is I hurt more. I go through a three to four day slow withdrawl from the medicine every month or so. For example, I will take half the normal dose, then a third and then none for a couple days. All I experience is sore muscles and joints. I find even with my hugh medical file detailing all the soft tissue injuries I received due to being hit by a Dodge Ram truck in a crosswalk, as a pedestrian, I have no trouble getting my medicine. When I say, I have Fibromyalgia, I get "the look." Oh yeah, drug seeking behavior, all in her head seeking attention, trying to sidestep reality. So, I don't go there anymore. The last chapter of my profession required me to subdue an out of control teenager, with physical strength, equal to a man. I became less and less able as Fibro progressed. Then I was shafted in seniority permanent hiring by a ward clerk who stopped calling me for shifts in favor of a man who eventually got what should have been my Permanent job with med benefits, etc. So, between that and being hit by a Dodge Ram truck, and the never-ending pain of Fibro, guess what, I couldn't fight anymore, I gave up. I could never mention feeling poorly at the job or I would be shafted even sooner. I couldn't get another job because the pay rate was always lower and I believe there was something wrong with my references like "she was unable to keep up with duties", or such. I never found out exactly what it was but jobs that I should have gotten in a heartbeat, I didn't even get a second interview for. So much is taken from us. Sometimes it is hard to bear. I know I shouldn't be painting myself as a victim, but somedays, it's real, Man.