DOES COASTAL FOG TORTURE ANYONE BESIDES ME? I can't find any doctors or information who can help me IN THE LEAST. This problem has become so bad that I live in constant fear of the weather. I am a 55-year old man with severe fibromyalgia and hereditary osteoarthritis (the arthritis is no mystery--my body bears the effects of too many jumping events in track and field, several whiplash accidents, and a pretty nasty fall on the deck of the Rainbow Warrior twenty-three years ago, plus I had an extensive history in my younger years with mononucleosis and rubella--three times for the latter--which may have contributed to the fibromyalgia). I have been unable to work outside the home for ten years because I am almost always in pain, often quite severe, and am perennially sleep-deprived. I live in Marin County, California, up in the hills at about 500 feet elevation; whenever there is a fog bank present within a few miles of the coast, my pain levels go up dramatically and remain that way without relief until the fog dissipates, even if this takes weeks. When the wind starts to blow ahead of the fog, my pain levels shoot through the roof and I become utterly exhausted and depressed (in recent years this depression, which seems of physical origin, has intensified as it has become augmented by psychologically-based depression, due to the repeated frustration of renewed physical torture and involuntary down time--but the fog itself actually causes depression directly as well, I'm sure of that). When the wind blows hard I get "fluttering" pains in my feet, like someone is taking a demolition hammer to them. After the fog finally comes over and blankets the area I have unbelievable pains running up my hands and feet into my arms and legs, so bad I have to often awaken my wife and get her to VIOLENTLY massage, twist, turn, fold, spindle, and mutilate my feet and legs--she really has to get rough to have an effect. Can you feature "restless legs syndrome" over your entire body? That's what it's like--I can get some relief from Yoga or hot showers but it takes half an hour or more. When the fog is in, or when it's very cold and damp outside, as it is much of the winter and spring, I wake up 30 to 100 times per night if I sleep at all. I have obstructive sleep apnea as well, also hereditary, which further exacerbates the sleeplessness. The only doctor I've had who ventured an opinion, a pain specialist, said "changes in barometric pressure are destructive to joints". This is the most help I've gotten. I saw the only two rheumatologists to whom I have access; they were not helpful. One insisted I try a couple of antidepressants, which made me feel impaired, angry, and ill, so I refused to continue on them and he wouldn't have anything else to do with me. The other wouldn't give me enough time to even talk about my fog problems, in the least. Last week I found an article quoting a rheumatologist from Encinitas about fog affecting people with fibromyalgia, so I wrote him a most polite and clearly-worded letter telling him that I had not encountered anyone else who seemed to know anything about fog and fibromyalgia and did he know of anyone anyone in my area, from any medical specialty, who might have some information about this subject? I was very clear and emphasized that this situation is completely destroying my life. He was so compassionate and caring that he instucted his secretary to telephone me to say that he does not treat people who aren't under his care (which I certainly did not ask for--I was very careful to word my letter in a way that left no doubt that I was asking only about specialists, and not for referrals, and not for any other information); he also had his secretary tell me to contact "a rheumatologist in my area". Clearly he didn't even bother to read my letter through. I was so dissapointed I sat down and cried like a baby, although that's nothing new; I spend a lot of time in a darkened room, crying, because I don't know what else to do. I pray a lot, for myself and other people as well. My only relief comes from the drugs I take--Oxycontin, which helps with the more extreme fog pain, Vicodin HP around the clock--I have to dose myself repeatedly in the night--and medical cannabis, which is legal in my state (I carry an ID card from trhe Attorney General's office). This situation is very hard on my family; my wife is largely supporting us while being at the same time in treatment for something similar to Borderline Personality Disorder and I absorb a phenomenal amount of anger and verbal abuse on top of everything else I'm going through; I'm trying to help my family by writing novels and short stories to try to publish, but my wife doesn't seem to care much about my efforts. I feel very much alone except for my friends with whom I pray, my big lop rabbit,who loves me, and my two boys, whom I have stayed home with since they were born. I want so badly to move where it's warmer but my wife is attached to the area, having spent her whole life here, and part of her pathology involves perpetual procrastination regarding just about anything difficult, which makes the idea of selling and moving a nightmare. But when I'm away from the fog I feel so much better--when I visit Hawaii, all I have is arthritic pains when it rains; when go to the desert, I sleep all night and generally have to wake up to medicate, etc. only once. Storm winds and other kinds of winds don't affect me; similarly, the fog up in Vancouver, which doesn't move as fast as it does here, doesn't cause me anywhere near as much pain as the fog in Northern California; the fog in LA causes me quite a bit of pain but not as bad as at home, probably because it's warmer by at least seven or eight degrees. I am not kidding when I say that this problem with the fog is destroying my life. I used to be a pretty optimistic person, but I would say that, on a scale of 1 to 10, my satisfaction rating has dropped to a 2 or less. Most of my friends are mental health specialists, but there is little that any of them can say or do to help me; I am doing about as well as anyone less than a saint could do under the circumstances. If anyone can offer me any information that can help me I will be profoundly grateful, and I will ask God's blessings upon them in great abundance.