After months of doctor visits and procedures, followed by a three-week long trip to the Mayo Clinic, I got a diagnosis of "DRESS Syndrome --" a life-threatening reaction to a prescription medication -- in this case, most likely the anticonvulsant that was prescribed to try to manage my corneal-nerve pain.
The Mayo Clinic recommended that I avoid any medication not deemed "absolutely essential," leaving me with no custom lenses, and no options for treating the recurrent infections OR the chronic corneal nerve pain.
So ... now, I can't be inside (everything at near triggers that charley horse in the focusing muscles of my eyes), and I can't be outside (light, wind, cold, dust, heating, air conditioning ... all sear my eyes. It's like having seriously chapped lips -- in your eyes -- and not being able to put anything on them).
I can't treat the chronic neuropathic pain in my eyes, the recurrent infections (that I can no longer stave off), or ... the new addition ... the Complex Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder that I acquired as a result of this experience.
The local newspaper -- the Fort Collins Coloradoan -- won't cover my story. They were only too happy to put my SWAT arrest on their front page, including a picture of me in the orange jail outfit. They seem totally uninterested in publishing what REALLY happened.
Color me surprised....
The cult of residents in that neighborhood, and the City of Fort Collins, Colorado, have truly taken everything away from me, a disabled man who had never hurt a soul, and who wanted nothing more than to be able to sleep in his new house.
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Pictures to show you how close together the two houses
were/are:
The yellow wall, toward the rear of the photo, is my
bedroom. This picture was from the listing, when the neighbors finally
sold their house:
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