In July 2014 I went through a shoulder surgery and was given 12 drugs for anesthesia. The dosage levels were way too high, there were many duplications of drugs, and too many given within a specific class of drugs. It started out with balance problems within 2 months of the surgery, but was told they would resolve if I just did the balance exercises given in physical therapy. Not true. I did all of the exercises and much more, to no avail. It progressed to ataxia, and I got a wheelchair a year ago, which I tried to only use when really necessary. But, in the past several months, the need for the chair has increased, and I'm afraid I've reached the point where I need it almost all of the time. I can only walk maybe 25 feet, or stand for 5-10 minutes before I collapse. My legs are still very strong from balancing me, but it feels like my hips and lower torso have lost all muscle strength. I have much nerve damage throughout my body: peripheral neuropathy, severe muscle cramps and spasms in my legs, feet and hands, foot drop, my right leg is now shorter than my left, both knees are bone on bone from my wide gait to balance, my handwriting is shakey and sloppy, and I was just diagnosed with PTSD. My surgery was a near death experience, and I suffer from nightmares that wake me with feeling that I cannot breathe. I found out a year after the surgery that it had been unnecessary. The surgeon and anestheologist were irresponsible and careless in their treatment of me. Bringing a lawsuit against them has proved to be impossible. My left arm and shoulder were ruined as a result of the surgery. Worst of all is that I am now totally alone in life. Family and friends could not understand the new me, and ran from my life. The loneliness is excruciating. I was widowed quite young, so there is no one in my home to help me. I just want to make some new friends who will accept me the way I am now. This has been very hard to do. It seems that no one wants to be friends with a cripple, and no man wants to date one. I am not an invalid. I'm resourceful and manage very well on my own so far. My fear is that could change as I've learned that ataxia is progressive. I had been an athlete and dancer all of my life prior to this. It is so hard to not be that active anymore, and I miss many physical activities, as well as having a social life, or any kind of life, for that matter. My quality of life was reduced to zero in the last 2 years. BTW, I live in Laveen, a suburb of Phoenix, AZ, USA. Any feedback and/or new connections with others would be most appreciated.