I just went to the ER about 2 weeks ago. The dr. didn't understand why I was there since the previous tests done shows there is nothing they can do. He didn't even pull his nose out of the chart to ask or see why I would be there. Unfortunately he wouldn't until my husband said LOOK at her. I was having reactions to the Cymbolta. I ended up seeing my son's physciatrist. (I know not spelled right, I too lost memory) She is going to help me now with the panic attacks and depression coming with this problem. I am afraid to ask for help because of the medical profession refusing to help me just because they don't know what to do. I saw my regular dr for him to tell me to move to a city to get better medical treatment. Now I need to move to get help! How is this fair? I feel so betrayed by my body and my mind. I wish that dr can see that it is not in my head when I am asking for help, and have to ask them to look before they can say it is in your head. They did give me meds to counteract the Cymbolta. Now on Ativan for panic attacks and Valum and now giving me Lamictal for depression. I did do the homeopathic route but way to expensive to maintain. I am doing Ionic foot detox with infired belt at home. I have read where the infired is great treatment for neuropathy. The foot detox does help with the pain temporarily. Losing family and friends because of the drama my illness causes. People are to sad to talk to me because the can't deal with the suffering in my voice. Not like we are talking about my illness. They just know I am in pain with the tone of my voice. I have looked for support groups in my area, but no luck. I feel like what more do I have to loose. I am loosing my body, mind, family, friends, my job and now my home.