Lyme looks like...

Lyme disease awareness

One last thing I really want to draw attention to. I've written it before, it's known to be a fact by anyone who knows anyone with Lyme disease - an not usually before...

Lyme disease is an invisible illness

This does make it difficult to understand - trust me, it makes it difficult to LIVE, never mind understand. 

Do I want someone to say, 
"You look great today!"
... erm, well I thought I wanted it, but I feel like the room is spinning, my head is buzzing, a migraine is threatening, and I took double my anti-nausea meds.... GREAT you say? Really?

Ok, so I want someone to acknowledge how awful I feel.. [usually my mum...]
"You look awful today..."
...AWFUL... I know I feel awful, but do they really need to TELL ME... OUT LOUD?!

It's complicated...

These are all photographs of me taken in the past year:

A couple in bed: bad days, also I think I'm infusing meds in one.

In others I am ready to go out:

I will do something normal.

I will enjoy this.

I will not throw up in the car...

Make up: mask, concealer, eyes painted open

Cap: I've not washed my hair... But isn't my 'feminist' pin cute?

Braid: I've not washed my hair, but I'm still at the dry shampoo stage.

Sunglasses: either you're not seeing the bags under these eyes; or my eyes are not tolerating any bright lights today.

Lipstick: a secret I read in a magazine - bright lips distract attention from anything else! (Seriously... it works, no other makeup required... although maybe sunglasses... and a cap 😉)

Really, when it comes down to it, we don't want to be ill. We don't want to 'look sick'; but we also don't want to be doubted. And no, sorry, I don't know what you're actually supposed to say to a friend. Just be nice. Believe them. And take chocolate. Or herbal tea. 

Lyme awareness: Lyme is...

Lyme disease awareness

This year is proving to be a tough one. Treatment is working, but energy levels (& computer tolerance levels... eyes, concentration, headaches) are low.

A few awareness points for 2018:

Lyme symptoms can vary greatly from person to person. It depends on what areas of the body the infection attacks. Rather like when some people get a bad cold they end up with a sore throat, and others may end up with sore ears - we are all unique. This can make it especially difficult for doctors to diagnose, especially when lab tests are not reliable, and even moreso, when they are not done in the small window of time that *may* show an immune response to borrelia infection.

The list above is nowhere close to exhaustive - close to 200 individual symptoms have been linked to Lyme disease (see ILADS.org or lymediseaseuk.com for further details). 

However, imagine the list described, and imagine feeling all of that at once. Add on the worst hangover you can remember, and then imagine you ran a marathon too. You're close, but not quite there.

#LymeDiseaseAwareness

November Mindfulness: Comfortable

November Mindfulness: Day 3 'Comfortable'

I think this really speaks for itself, but for a brief explanation of the most comfortable 'bed nest' in the world:

Back/periscapular muscles spasm causing horrible, lasting pain (talking over a week of heightened pain here) & a very unhappy body...

Nurse: Don't sleep on that arm [with the PICC line in it]

Physio: Don't sleep on that shoulder if it's compressing nerves

Body: .............. OUCH! Can't sleep.... 😱!!!!

Insomnia driven brain = best creative ideas EVER.

😴

Comfortable
#bednest #pillowfort #icepacks

I literally put the cushion back on the chair 3 days in a row and ended up hauling it back to my bed in the middle of the night again.  It's been back on the chair for several days now and my bed no longer looks like a nest.  Every night since, I have stared at it and wondered if I'd be sleeping already if it was back on my bed....

"Insomnia is my greatest inspiration."

~ Jon Stewart ~

It's October!

Really, October! I guess most people are well aware of that fact, since it's a very common and normal thing to know...plus shops are full of Halloween 'decor' and pumpkins, for those of us who do need a reminder since I seem to have 3 day weeks (physical therapy) & 4 days sleeping... or close enough! Time seems to just fly past, in one way. Some days do seem reeeeallly long. So it's probably not necessary to remind anyone else, but... my blog, my title, my reminder.... my exclamation mark! My:  'I can't believe I last posted in AUGUST!'

I really thought I would at least manage a blog post a week... then a month.... then, well I guess I slept a lot! (It's healing!)  I have had various ideas - mainly: I should blog with photos, it's easier. So I do have collections of photos from various things we've tried, along with a few stories and I'm aiming to 'catch up' to the end of October... by the end of October 😀.... mainly by organising and posting the assortment of photographs I've been planning to use.   Hopefully afterwards, I will actually manage to take advantage of my good days and engage a bit more !(Although good days are somewhat fewer right now, but I'm hopeful that means we are getting to the deepest parts of spirochaetal infection and pulverising the little Lyme-hell inducing buggers!). 

So, an overview of the past 3 months...

When I arrived here in May, we began 'deconstructing' my body and its somewhat obstinate, definitely obscure, health issues again. We made a plan (by that I mean I had about a dozen medical appointments) and we moved forward ... then we adapted, made a new plan and pushed on with that.... I blogged a few times about what we were doing and... now it's October!!

We kept going... made a plan, pushed on....then we stepped back, puzzled over some stuff, made a new plan and pushed on with that... then.... we remembered why the word plan has never really been the best word dealing with my body and its rollercoaster recovery. We 'decided' (like it was a choice) to go with my gut - which has been pretty damn good in this whole saga; it's so important to remember to listen to your body and trust your instincts when it's your body that you can feel.... screaming at you!

So right now, and for the past several weeks, physical therapy has been purely working with 'how I feel today'. There is no doubt that the ongoing IV Lyme treatment has systemic effects - it's going directly into my blood to target infection at the deepest possible level, and spirochetes can affect the entire body, especially when left to run (spiral/ drill) riot, unchecked throughout the entire body AGAIN - of course it's affecting everything!  


But my PT can "feel a difference" in all my muscles  (good side included) on weeks that the Lyme treatment affects me more (it goes in cycles). That wasn't really something I had thought about, but it's a HUGE validation of something usually only I can feel - most importantly,  it means it's working (torturously!).

So, I have continued to infuse Lyme medication every day, as part of my protocol (I have oral meds and some herbs & supplements too); I have continued to go to PT three times a week - sometimes I make it into the gym-area, mainly for some lower body strength training; other times I hardly move from the treatment bed while knots and spasms are worked out of my muscles; and dislocated ribs and twisted bones are eased back into place. (Yeah, that's fun.)

And so I continue on this path for now - things are so much better than at the beginning of the year - unbelievably so! - but they still have a long way to go. We have positive and encouraging signs that things are working. And I have complete trust in my 'team' of medical professionals here,  who offer such fantastic support - even after all this time.

The photos are more interesting, I promise. And coming soon....!

Simple things...

This year I started off talking about honesty.  I had nose-dived into the deep, dark rabbit hole of a Lyme disease relapse. I want to paint a genuine picture of what that really means - recently, a few articles followed celebrities announcing they had Lyme disease and called it a "fad disease" (or similar). It is not. I haven't written as much as I would have liked, to date, but hopefully each post, shared with honesty and a little trepidation, dispels that idea,  way before it enters any cultural psyche. Nobody with Lyme borreliosis would wish this disease on their worst enemy, let alone view it as 'fashionable'.

I started feeling the too-familiar, overwhelming, systemic fatigue; intolerable levels of pain, in my shoulder and throughout my body; a lot of 'brain fog'; and an increasing inability to do very much at all. Simple necessities - like a shower - left me completely floored.  It felt like I'd erased years of hard work and treatment.

Since I came back to the US and restarted specialist treatment - Lyme and shoulder PT - I have felt overall more optimistic.  I have wonderful physical therapists and we have finally started to see tiny steps of improvement (even more importantly, they say 'we' & use words like 'team' - & they actually talk to each other.... how sad that is so remarkable). 

I have a one-of-a-kind Lyme doctor, also a 'primary care' doctor (like a GP, but who 100% lives up to the better label!) who genuinely cares for me, covering every aspect of my health - and essentially, is really making inroads with tackling my Lyme relapse.

But, as I've said before - it's hard. Managing a PICC line (peripherally inserted central catheter - it goes into my arm and sits inside veins, eventually resting close to my heart so my medication gets 'right in there') requires careful care.

From Wikipedia 

 I have 2 'tubes' coming from my line and they need to be flushed with saline and heparin twice a day; plus I have to infuse with my IV medication every night, and keep on top of oral meds as well. Obviously it's critically important to keep it clean, dry and carefully wrapped.

My nurse took this for me during a dressing change.
Ordinarily, it's always covered!

Lyme treatment is pretty brutal - as I've mentioned elsewhere, and in the 'Lyme pages' on here. Details for another post. 

Invisible illness?

On top of that, I have physiotherapy three times a week - we have to be careful with the PICC, which is in my 'good' arm; and focus on my right (injured) side.  We're still working on connecting my brain with the muscles around my scapula and getting them to work. Since I came back, the positive results have really helped me push forward.  Waiting 5 years for some positive results is a really long time! So those positive baby steps have felt like giant leaps.

On a good day:
Gravity... stretching lats while supporting body;
 this pops my ribs back into place too;
 aim is hand on the floor -'above my head'.
Physio's aim is:
 1) to hold me up & not let me push it too much
2) to NEVER let me attempt to backwalkover out of this
because the good hand does touch the floor now
Me: "I'm sure gravity will just carry me over..."
 Him: "NOPE" *sits me back up*

(For perspective: 
Once, this was barely a stretch for me;
Now, this is the best range of motion
 in my arm for 6 years -still assisted.)

But this past week, I plateaued. Right from the beginning,  they told me this would be the normal pattern.... except it wasn't. I didn't plateau so much as fall right back off the cliff and start climbing from the bottom again.  So many unknown issues were discovered following that first surgery. 

So, really, this is good. It's FANTASTIC!  Finally, I am doing what they expected.... I improved a little, and I've stayed there - no tumbling back down the cliff.

BUT - no baby steps this week AND it's been a horrible Lyme week, with lots of herxing and general 'I want to crawl under the covers and come out when it's over' days. It turns out that's not a good combo, apparently...

I think 'meltdown' was the word my Dad used... 

Thanks Dad.

 Most of the time (like 99%) my Mum is my chauffeur, coffee buddy, shopping buddy, pedicure buddy; my chef, nurse, pharmacist.... all round carer & companion.  (When she gets old, I feel like the routine is already established, we'll just switch roles. Although hopefully there is A LOT of living for us both before that happens!! *EDIT: she read this & didn't know whether to laugh or cry....!)

But today she had a migraine, and my Dad was home in the afternoon... (he's delighted about that, I bet).  I had no appointments today; I had a 'to do' list - not a general 'I hope to do this soon' list, an actual 'wash my hair' - because I'm not even going to write how long it's been since I did that - and tidy up just a little and some other very necessary *simple things*. 

Not that simple. I struck out at number 1 (and so the 'meltdown' (this is not my word!) took over. The 'I can't do anything; I hate that 'do nothing' is an actual 'to do' thing because it has to be.... I can't do aaaaaaaanythiiiing......' kind of .... um, ok, meltdown, I suppose.  

Ultimately, with the male need to *do something* my dad said he would wash my hair (my skin is sensitive to the adhesives - this sensitive skin is another fantastic new side effect of the new Lyme meds *urgh* -  so I have a healing sore just under the PICC line and I can't stick the adhesive plaster over it. The insertion site us covered, and it's bandaged instead right now; but - while the full adhesive dressing isn't waterproof, it's not fabric - right now I'm reluctant to sit in a bath and get condensation on my skin/ the fabric dressing etc.). 

 When I was severely ill, before I even knew about Lyme disease, I used to get my hair washed over the kithen sink, lying on the worktop...

... in a different kitchen. I made it downstairs to see my dad setting up his 'station':

Creative home hairdressing :)

A gym/ thick yoga mat over the hob, so I could lie on it, and also because I'd wailed something about the hard surface and a sore shoulder blade - it was to make the worktop "softer". So it turns out even the simple things can make you smile on a really, really, rubbish day. And more amazingly,  my dad actually embraced some creative thinking (that was NOT football related).

And while he played hairdresser, 'supermum' had woken up and was ticking off the 'tidy up' part for me. So, with clean, wet hair, and puffy eyes, I collapsed back into bed, in a tidier room, where I'd quite honestly like to say I'm resolving not to move for a day or two - until this is over - but I've got physio tomorrow afternoon.... yay!

😞


I'm not sure who this quote is attributed to, but I'm attributing it to my mum here, because she says it constantly:

"This too, shall pass"

*EDIT Physio was kind of tough... then I got a migraine from hell. In between, I was up, out, dressed, and so (always good to take advantage of that!) Mum & I had coffee & went for pedicures - it's always nice to do something 'normal'! However, as I collapsed into bed,  and she later helped me with my infusion, she said, "This too, shall pass".... have you been reading my blog? "Recently? A new post? No..."

Too funny.

Lyme brain, 'pain scan'

As the saying goes, 'a picture is worth a thousand words' & this one didn't just make me think of that phrase; this picture felt like it jumped out of my screen: the perfect embodiment of the 'monster attacking my head'; its tangible horror captured in perfect detail. It was like staring at an image of my own, physical, pain.

For 12 years and 5 months now, I have suffered from almost constant headaches, something very common in Lyme disease, probably one of the most ubiquitous symptoms (many symptoms vary, especially with chronic Lyme disease - it adds to the difficulty in diagnosis when doctors are not familiar with it, and the patient doesn't recall a tick bite) - headaches are - I think I can say - universally experienced, and despised.  I have had good spells, where the headaches have dulled; but the worst, completely debilitating  headaches come when I feel the little spirichaetal buggers have rebuilt their army, regrouped, devised a new strategy, and start waging an aggressive full-on attack on my body again. When my headaches are at their worst, I have long describe them in these very words:

"It feels like giant hands are inside my skull, squeezing my brain, from the base of my skull, wrapping up and round."

So when I was scrolling through instagram this image, posted by a Lyme awareness group grabbed my attention:

(From 'inourshoesproject' instagram page)

Maybe it seems silly to feel so... connected, horrified, surprised... stunned?... at one image. But looking at this says so many things to me:

- That's my head!!
- I could have drawn that
- If you could photograph my pain, that captures every.single.detail.
- ... MY head!!!

...

But overwhelmingly, it says:
SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS... like really really 'gets it'.

I am incredibly sorry that someone does - and not just someone - I'm not sure where the image originated, it seems to have been shared on various Lyme sufferers' social media accounts.  If scans could show pain - that is a Lyme brain, in perfect detail.

 It is very common with Lyme, as with other 'invisible illnesses' that friends and family struggle to understand how ill a person is - often people 'don't look sick' and others have difficulty matching appearance with 'behaviour' (/symptoms) - to simplify.  We are taught to trust what we see, and we have difficulty when there is a disconnect there.

Images like this one, I hope, help people to understand a bit more, by providing a visual depiction of pain. We know that we cannot see every illness, but we understand the severity of some 'invisible' illnesses. There are still illnesses - and Lyme disease is one of many - where genuine awareness is still required, and increasing understanding can help with support, and be a positive factor in many ways.  


'Invisible' can be hard for me (& others) too. Nobody wants to 'look ill'; but everyone - healthy or ill; on a life high point, or facing major challenges - wants to be understood.... and it can be difficult when people rely on what they see over what a friend or family member may try to describe.

The best thing anyone can do for a friend - whatever they are dealing with -  is just to try to accept that only they feel it, and the best thing you can offer is your support. In some cases, it is appreciated more than you'd ever imagine. 


 May has been Lyme disease awareness month and my blog has been rather neglected - with good reasons. Cutting a very long story short, for now, in May I travelled back to the US, for treatment for a pretty major Lyme relapse; and also for critical treatment for my shoulder - treatment I still can't get at home due to the complexity of the injury, the new surgery, the lack of specific 'scapular physiotherapist(s)' & also the absolute impossibility of finding someone who knows about Lyme AND crazy shoulder injuries - and just as impossible, finding a team!

So April was spend getting stuff organised at home - hard right now, my health has really nosedived. May has been spent seeing all my doctors and therapists here, and making a plan.  Right now, it just feels so damn good to HAVE a plan!

Hopefully I'm 'launching'!

#TBT Happy Memories

A happy memory, something nice to write about. Something that brought genuine smiles to my face the other day. So I figured that definitely deserved a blog post. 😀

I have a lot going on again, health-wise - with my utterly f*kced -up shoulder; a worsening Lyme relapse; add a pinch of stress, a shake of trauma; mix together in the year from hell (not exaggerating) and simmer indefinitely at boiling point, and I feel that adequately describes my life right now - as briefly as possible. That's all for another day. 

I'm painting a picture of just how delighted I was to have something truly make me smile.  It's a stark contrast right now, and it was an important reminder that remembering the good stuff is truly important.

I do feel like I'm battling through each day, rarely emerging on top, and the longer that goes on, the more difficult it becomes to find positives.  Honestly, it's beyond frustrating - there is nothing I wouldn't do or try, right now, to make things better... and I have; I have tried everything you can imagine, and more. And worse than frustrating, is the soul-crushing feeling of admitting  (even to myself) this 'new thing'/ 'new person' / 'new whatever' - that initially held such optimistic promise and gave me a glimmer of hope, is not 'The Thing' I am looking for.  It's like treading water - kicking so hard all the time, but never actually getting anywhere.  Right now, the challenge is to keep kicking; to keep my chin above water long enough to  survive. And hopefully I can take control again soon and get back to seeing my wonderful doctors & physios in the US, who helped me make great progress before - I am sure I can work hard and make it happen again - and most importantly, get on with my life.

But, appreciating the small things just now;  I woke up a few days ago and my ex-gymnastics partner had posted a #tbt on social media that really made me smile....

Colette on base, me in the middle, Amy (always!) on top
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Colette kicked it off by writing: #tbt to holding two humans up with my own two legs....

So, of course, i dug out out one of my own photos to post too.... and captioned it 'to when I could hold up two humans too... on my shoulders' - which probably won't be happening again. Definitely not any time soon. Although one day..... who knows?!  

Me on base, Colette in the middle & Amy on top.

It's a long time since I really really looked at those photos and took the time to think about what we did; how much I loved it. Comments on social media reminded me how funny I always found it when non-gymnasts learned what I did. It was just something I grew up with - it was normal,  in my world. I remember once, in training, the balance in the second photo came tumbling down and the full weight of a 10 year old landed on my head (think: approximately 1.5 times the weight of a checked bag for an international flight)... while I was in splits. There was the usual call to my parents - I'm ok, but please pick me up from A&E instead of the gym tonight - a soft neck collar from my physio for some damaged muscles/ tendons/bruised bones; and probably a couple of days off uni. None of that was a huge deal - you really couldn't learn new things without the odd fall.  But the thing I remember most about that was going into uni with a neck collar on ('normal' people react to those things way more than gymnasts - lesson 1); someone asked what happened, so I very briefly explained. The girl who asked stared back at me... "You can do the splits?!" she replied, sort of incredulously.  I remember staring back, feeling like I'd been dropped in an alternate universe. At the time, we were the only trio in Britain competing that base position with no hands (- my hands are not on the floor); all I could think was I can do the splits..... that's what you got from that?!... practically everyone I know can do the splits. .. But, of course I sort of smiled and nodded, and had umpteen similar conversations through that first year of university!

Growing up, friends knew me as a gymnast, it was so much a part of my identity. When I started uni, and conversations like that happened; I had to realise my little world was a little different sometimes. ( But doing the splits in a bar always ended with free drinks! 👍🍸😆)

 So I guess it was nice to slip into that world again, through those photos. It's so easy just to close my eyes and imagine I'm still there. 

 My old gym partner and I had a conversation about it, reflecting on that time and thinking about how in sync we were ALL the time - how we all took it for granted, but it really is quite incredible when you really think about it.... and there was always such a natural feeling to it - we didn't have to work hard at being in sync (we had to work damn hard at everything else!!); we were just in tune with each other. I think with all those years to reflect, it is a pretty amazing thing! (But really, being able to do the splits  STILL impresses people more! 😂.... trying to maintain my core strength & leg strength is important... therefore exercise = stretching. I could do splits with a sling* on my arm! *Not the crazy, giant post-surgical one.... I could hardly move anything at that point - couldn't even put on socks! However, arm supported & I can (sort of*) still do the splits now! 👍💪*'sort of' - as in: if you're a gymnast, my hips are twisted, my back knee is twisted and I'm really not sitting up straight, or comfortably; if you're not a gymnast, I can totally still do the splits! 😉 ) 

We trained together ALL the time, but we just loved it. We both talked about how much looking at the old photos really made us smile. They are absolutely fantastic memories to have - and to share.

 We worked together so many hours every week, completely trusting each other - really with our lives (the risk of serious injury is high!! See the photos?! ⬆ - and, like I said, they did come tumbling down occasionally! Everyone's  did!!), but in among all that, I don't have a single memory of fighting, or falling out - we just loved what we did.

Given my blog is generally medical, and this x-ray might be the coolest thing ever, this seems a good place for it! (From Pinterest)

Most of this blog documents my 'journey' 'out of the Lyme light'  -  (and in, out, in, out, slip downstairs, have surgeries, somersault in my car... turn it all about....)  that wasn't exactly my intention - obviously!  - my intention was to spread awareness of Lyme in the UK (again, uodates there require a whole load of other posts....); but it unintentionally became my personal blog as well as an awareness blog - about way more than Lyme Disease. It is very much about what's going on in my life right now... and I can't wait until I have something more exciting and interesting (in a GOOD way!) to write about. 

But for right now, in this moment, it's nice to have something else to think about and write about; and to remember what was genuinely one of the happiest moments in my life - I loved competing. We loved competing. I do feel lucky that I can look back on these photos and conjure up so many happy memories - they spark so many gymnastics-related memories, and they all make me smile. 

Not 25 years yet (!) But I'm sure we'll still feel the same in that far, far distant future :-)

And it DEFINITELY came into play, I guess...

Along with this - yes, gymnastics 100% taught me ALL of these things; it's also a good reminder that these are most definitely transferable skills.

And when my dad complains I am being stubborn (I get it from both sides, it really shouldn't surprise him), I tell him that's how I've SURVIVED!!

And honestly, now I really don't know if I'll ever be able to handstand again or not... I'm pretty sure I won't ever stop hoping & then hopefully trying - at some point, because being upside down always feels best! However, I definitely want one of these tops... because: once a gymnast, always a gymnast!

Pain relief arsenal...

So far, I feel this year can be summed up by the fact that this photo is pretty much my current "what would you take to a desert island?" answer.  

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Pain relief arsenal.
It's not magic, but it currently makes pain barely tolerable & it (accidentally!) matches...
#accessorize
#thespikythingshurtlikehell
#theyarenotsquishy
#theydofixdislocatedribsthough
#YAY

I had a few violent 'pain attacks' lately and - sticking with my personal resolution to be more honest - I really feel pain is winning right now. So, here are the weapons in my pain arsenal - most of them go everywhere I go right now.  Find your pain, pick your poison. I present....

My Pain Arsenal:

1. Tablet organiser case (guess I'm missing the hot pink version!) with a mini 8-compartment tub in it for sorting daily pain meds (no Lyme meds or supplements - this is just the pain box :-/ ). Right now I have 40-50 tablets I take every day in that - types of painkillers; multiple muscle relaxants & anti-spasmodic meds; a couple of different anti-nauseas (I respond to severe pain with nausea..... sometimes I throw up. And that hurts like hell. So I have some serious anti-emetics in there); plus some 'extra-just-in-case' tablets for when Really Bad Things happen (I'll write a 'Really Bad Things' post... maybe a few... little snapshots of my whole 'honesty and pain' thing.... that will be something happy and cheerful to look forward to...)
   
   
   N.B. *I really should put emojis on my laptop!* Is it really bad I miss them when I type on here?! ( *facepalm*... *ha ha*... ;-) ...)
   
   
         From the photo: going anti-clockwise here...
   
   
2. Radian B, my favourite version of deep heat/ icy-hot/ ralgex/ etc. because it also has the perfect amount of capsaicin in it: 0.01%. More than this will make you forget your pain entirely, because you feel like your body is covered in FIRE; 0.01% is just enough to beat all the other heat rubs out there. It puts heat into the muscles; also helps with pain by slightly scrambling the nerve signals sent to the brain. I really love the smell of muscle rubs.... they smell like my Dad used to smell when he came home from work when I was very young (when he'd see a physio after a game); they also smell like gymnastics - the scent of my childhood: muscle rubs for sports injuries!
   
                                                                                                                        
3. TENS unit: 'transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation' (sounds like another torture device, right?!) Actually, at certain times, this thing really is like magic. There are some pains that it doesn't do great with - specific nerve pains can feel like they are just buzzing more; but for some otherwise-untouchable pain, the TENS unit works wonders. It sends little electrical impulses between the electrode pads that can be stuck on the skin, carefully positioned to target specific pain areas. It has different settings- buzzing, tapping, contracting, cycling through them (my 'surprise setting') - and can be set at different levels of intensity. Essentially it 'scrambles' the sensations sensory nerves send back to the brain, scrambling the pain signals by confusing' them with other sensations.
   
   
4. Pink spiky physio ball of torture (not a dog toy). Rub painfully between your aching shoulder blade and a wall to improve circulation, blood flow, break up scar tissue, etc. For more 'fun', have someone else (who can actually reach your back better anyway) rub it to 'desensitise' high pain areas and super sensitive skin, and to break up tightness in muscles.  Generally - roll it anywhere it hurts to improve blood flow and use it to torture yourself in the hope i does some good!
   
   
5. Pink spiky foam roller - this was deceptively packaged........ it is not in the slightest bit 'squishy' - I thought the bumps would be good for clicking the subluxating ribs back into my spine - and it is good for that. But bloody hell, a regular foam roller doesn't hurt! However, it's good for the crazy popping ribs, the assisted movement exercises & adds some unplanned desensitisation stuff just by lying on it!  Which, with increasing pain, I have to admit is a good thing - although sort of in the way broccoli is a good thing when you're 8 - you really don't like it, but 1. it's good for you, and 2. dessert's only an option if you eat it!
   
   
   
   

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   Pain relief arsenal.
   It's not magic, but it currently makes pain barely tolerable & it (accidentally!) matches...
   #accessorize
   #thespikythingshurtlikehell
   #theyarenotsquishy
   #theydofixdislocatedribsthough
   #YAY

   
   
   
6. Prescription pain cream - a wonderful combo of topical local anaesthetic, muscle relaxant and anti-spasmodic medication.  Made better by mixing with Radian B (& missing from the photo is a genius find - a very soft-bristled, long-handled back brush that I can use to apply the creams and rub them in thoroughly - if the pain cream is properly rubbed in, it's supposed to penetrate up to 5mm into/ below the skin & be absorbed better.  It's pretty hard to do that, so if you're reading this and use a pain cream, a soft bristled brush may be your favourite new thing for a while!
   
   
7.  ICE pack -  they are all resting on top of a giant ICE pack here, wrapped in the grey pillowcase. A perfect metaphor -  ICE is absolutely the foundation of it all.... still!  Sometimes ICE is absolutely still my favourite thing!  There was a time ICE brought; the only respite from the pain; and I do miss that damn ICE  machine, mainly because it's hard to ICE a shoulder - it's a funny, awkward shape and that shoulder pack hit all the right spots perfectly!  ICE  sometimes really is still the best pain relief, especially when my shoulder is irritated and inflamed and and numbing/ reducing swelling is the BEST thing that works - especially with frequently random irritation and swelling which can be pretty horrid if it presses on nerves (um, or more accurately just goes from its normal gentle press to a full blown, limb-numbing nerve squeeze).
   
   
8. Hot water bottles (not pictured; but I have 3) - I'm probably holding one against my ribs in attempt to keep the muscles relaxed enough to breathe properly (because that's always good!)...... my right rib cage no longer expands properly, making breathing difficult at times. I think it should improve, but stretching right now causes further spasming; my attempts are pretty pathetic - I need the passive stretching from hands-on physiotherapy while my muscles can 'relax'.
   
   
   *I think the tight rib muscles got a lot worse after my car accident.... which I'm not sure I've mentioned on here....?  I guess that's another one to add to my list of 'Update how UNBELIEVABLE my last 18 months have been'. And I mean unbelievable in the sense that I am quite sure if I just sat down and rattled off everything that has happened to me in the past 18 months (/ 26 months / 6 and a half years / twelve years - really, take your pick! ) to someone who does not know me/ has never met me before, they 100% would NOT believe me.

Pinterest even had a perfect graph to represent exactly how every day feels
- and it matches too!
Seriously though, it really does get beyond frustrating.
So many things I wish I could do that just don't happen just now.