I mean it. I give up. I've tried to treat this wretched thing by going to dr after dr...which got me labeled as a drug-seeker, not a seeker after truth and real help. I've tried to treat it with so many vitamins and supplements, the Mail It To Me companies send me birthday cards. . I've tried to talk with drs about research I've done. They resent it and won't do any on their own time, either. I understand, their own time is just that, THEIRS. Does that mean they don't have to allow me to put a page or two of cfs/me/whatever it's called this week into my file? And about that file. After being alarmed by an article in a major newspaper which had to do with hackers getting into systems where patient info is stored in hospital computers, I asked for copies of my file. The author of the article said hosp heads recommended that patients have copies of all file info. No. Can't have it. Dr said "Lea, I can't give you copies of everything that's in your file. If I do it for you I'll have to do it for everyone (odd, but I didn't see anyone else asking for file contents...) and if I did that I wouldn't be able to do anything else." Okay. I didn't ask poor overworked dr...who won't take down an outside banner proclaiming he's still accepting new patients....to do the photocopying. I asked the lady who runs the front desk if, IF she had the time, could she copy a few pages of my still very slim file at one time and maybe later take the next few pages, and so on. I even said I would pay for the copies and chunk in some more for her time. Then came the day of an appt with God oops I mean dr. In front of my care-giver, the man scolded me up one side and down the other for having the nerve to ask for my property, the dr is just holding it for me. Of course after he was done with that, he had also expended the 3 minutes I had with him this month. So no questions got answered except one, and there was no time to ask about the ever-swelling lymphs, must-be-rotting sinuses, raw throat, fog-mind, insomnia, unrelenting pain, and the odd effects of the two new These Will Help You's given simultaneously which I have begged him not to do. I don't know which one is doing what but I'm about to flush the whole mess. Doubtlessly, Medicare and MedicAid will be pleased. For one thing neither agency will have to fork over the $72 it costs when a patient opens dr's office door. Lea. p.s. Darn it, I don't want to give up. I'm no quitter, I'm just exhausted and confused. Should I, a few days before appt day, send him a letter in which I tell him what's going on with me right then? Would that help any? HELP! Please? Option 2, that being the one about Find A New Doc, Lea, is dead here. This guy is the bottom of the barrel and I know because I call at least 2 times a month to local hosp to find out if anyone in this county knows how to adequately treat cfs/me/a rose by any other name would still have thorns.