I went to the Mayo Clinic summer of 2005 or 2006, can't remember (records in crawl space lol). Three weeks, every other week. We drove from Bozeman, MT to Rochester, MN. I went there looking for a knee replacement for CRPS not understanding that wasn't the greatest idea at the time. They said I was too young and that that could cause even worse problems. Hard to imagine.

I did a myriad of tests: EMG, the purple powder sweat test where you feel as if you're the chicken in the incubator, MRI, X-rays, and whatever else that I have long forgotten about. In the end, firm confirmation CRPS, again.

I was offered two things: PRC or OxyContin. I had come from Bozeman, MT where I was taking 240-Percocet 7.5 mg a month, had a job, a townhouse, and was poor making $12 a hour. To drop everything and uproot was impossible, so chose the OxyContin. Somewhere in another post describes that wicked experience.