Showing posts with label shoulder injury. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shoulder injury. Show all posts

Sunday, November 5, 2017

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 ~



November Mindfulness: Nourished

November Mindfulness: Day 2 'Nourished'

Unsurprisingly, I'm playing catch up on day 2.... I took the photos, planned the posts... not sure I have a reasonable excuse for not even uploading a photo!

'Nourished' did make me think a little bit more deeply about what true nourishment means just now. Yes, I eat well (even with the 'good' dark, organic, low sugar chocolate... mostly); I can't drink any alcohol because it would prevent antibiotics from working; I drink loads of water & herbal teas; I take various supplements - some antimicrobial, or ones that work in some way to complement the antimicrobial action of medications/ herbs, and others to boost antioxidants and aid in detoxing my body as it (hopefully) is so exhausted because it's clearing out nasty, twisted (ha ha... Lyme jokes) spirochetes.  But that didn't really feel like it went very deep - it was too literal, so I think this collage better represents how I 'nourish' myself right now.


'Nourished'
#herbaltea #organicchocolate #cactusgarden #breathe #ifyoucandreamityoucandoit #butterlies
#justwhenthecaterpillarthoughttheworldwasoveritbecameabutterfly
#somepursuehappinessotherscreateit #art #myart #arttherapy #flowers #candles



There is tea (green tea, ginger tea, matcha tea, turmeric tea, kava tea, 'breathe deep' tea, 'throat coat' tea, 'bedtime' tea, milk thistle tea, fruity teas, fruity green teas, minty teas.... basically everything except 'real' tea - British and I dislike tea.... I've got the healthy ones though & I think that's what counts here!) - all with the obligatory hipster(hippy?)-but-I-love-it tea bag tags offering a dose of philosophical existentialism a few times a day, and some amazingly tasty coffee-chocolate from our local health food store.... no, my diet's not perfect, but I TRY!!  

More representative of how I 'nourish' (/boost/ motivate/ pick a synonym) myself are all the little things I surround myself with. I like to look around me and feel the little boost I get from these things I've inadvertently collected or created over the years.  I find this in quotes, art, plants (although I fear they might really be struggling for light now the clocks have gone back, unless they can get on board with my personal Lyme-time-zone), books, scented candles, special cards, my piano, (a million) notebooks, paints, pencils, pens, sketchbooks (different from notebooks), colouring books and a variety of my own creations.  Lots of little things that make me smile, make me think, or remind me how much I enjoyed creating them.  Some are clear messages - and perhaps the reason I've sworn at 'cheerful' inanimate objects on the odd occasion; some are things I have spent valuable time and energy (and spoons) creating myself - painting, drawing, planting....  Creativity is truly a form of escapism and is probably where I find mindfulness best.  And even if some objects seem irrationally annoying on bad days, most of the time they serve their purpose and remind me to focus on the positive.



Whatever we plant in our subconscious mind and nourish with repetition and emotion will one day become a reality.

~ Earl Nightingale ~


Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Hallowe'en

Not a great time of the year for Lyme. Well, not that there's a good time for Lyme, but....  Hallowe'en is an excellent reminder because it's really just supposed to be FUN. (This year I was Sleeping Beauty. Probably with less 'beauty' and more 'zombie' - although 16 hours sleep might add some points...)  

Also the no sugar* (healthy fuel, healthy body.... we only had a little left over 😋) and no alcohol (stops medication working), um, and no energy really take the fun out of it.

... Can I just take a moment to point out I've not had a SINGLE cocktail since May? Not ONE drop of alcohol. Psychic mother even cut short my mental arithmetic in a restaurant as I was attempting to calculate the half life of this really really really really tempting cocktail and whether it would be out of my system by the time I infused my next dose of antibiotics. Imagine:


Scene:
'HARVEST'
Local & organic 'farm-to-table restaurant
LONG ANTICIPATED FIRST VISIT 
(Anti-nausea medications perfectly timed -  I was HUNGRY!)


ME: [silently thinking] I could eat almost anything on this menu... so many veggie choices!  Organic cheeses! Wild caught fish!** Grain bowls.... quinoa! Wild rice! This must be how a normal person feels when they could have practically ANYTHING from a menu*...
How do they choose?!
[turns page
oohhhhh, those cocktails sound so good.... green tea with cucumber vodka & lime... I wonder how many units of alcohol in a martini glass here? I could have it tall.... I wonder if antioxidants in green tea cancel anything out? I wonder what the half-life of vodka is... [reach for phone, unlock screen...]

PSYCHIC MOTHER: [barely glances up] Don't bother calculating how long it will take to get a cocktail out your system.... you have blood tests in the morning, they'll still show alcohol.

ME: I was just looking.... 
😲
 [thinks] Damn. Blood tests. Forgot about those. But wait..... HOW DID SHE KNOOOOW??!! 

*Limited diet: general super healthy diet supports treatment; some treatment protocols follow specific diets
**Yes, technically I'm 'pescatarian', but I think it sounds a tad pretentious. And super-extra hipster...

Now THAT'S spooky!


PSYCHIC MOTHER
My Dad used to joke to my Mum, "If your mother was a witch...." & trail off

Not sure if he got scared 😉 or realized he was saying it about me too...😜
But this photo is just too good....!!

(Don't have to be psychic to guess she's not going to love it as much as I do.)


Back to today.... there's dressing up in elaborate costumes (yourself, house, child, dog... whatever)/ the excuse to dress up or wear crazy make up if you like doing so, but need the excuse! And the million different Pinterest ideas you just HAVE to try one day (mostly baking - with more sugar). None of those is especially 'Lyme-friendly' (it's that 'I need energy' thing).  I didn't even get pumpkin carving this year... putting a hacksaw & 'the sharpest knife I can find' in either hand didn't seem like the best idea... A little decorating, joint effort:



The American 'Happy Halloween'
does puzzle me...

I did binge watch Stranger Things 2, at the weekend, of course, (it's SO good!) because my weekends are for resting right now: "resting enables healing"- not something I usually embrace, but thank you Netflix!  But (no spoilers) while attempting a couple of 'very simple' Pinterest Halloween projects in the garage; there was scratching in the roof space above my head, and the first image that popped into my head was a demogorgon. I mean, not consciously, a good story just stays with you, right?! 


At least I still have 2 arms ;-)



I have to admit, anything I manage to do successfully with my arm (arms.... PICC line has been a bit uncomfortable too, I've had to be extra careful with it) feels like an accomplishment - even wrapping some toilet roll around a football & a mannequin or sticking some sticks through a flower pot & some bin bags! And some creative results... in the dark!

Quite honestly, these were because I was determined not to fall asleep after physio, as napping
 seems to be messing up my sleep. I thought (hoped!) I'd sleep at a 'normal' time if I made myself
 stay awake - of course,  I never learn... didn't work!

 But my Pinterest 'shadow witches' didn't look too bad! (In the dark.)

On my hunt for Halloween quotes - specifically Shakespeare's witches from Macbeth,  I decided I like this one from Tim Burton instead. It feels like it could have many applications and feels more fitting with my blog. I definitely feel like I dress up some (most?!) days - my true self is still in bed, sleeping. Sometimes, especially this year, it feels like my brain stays with it!



"Every day is Halloween, 
isn't it? For some of us..."

~ Tim Burton ~



Friday, August 4, 2017

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.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

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.  


v
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!



    v
    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.







Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Rest, don't quit

And the best intentions always seem to be consumed by my body's utterly insatiable need for......... rest.  So January was not filled with blog posts/ positive inspirations/ etc. Honestly, what can I say except sometimes 'sleep happens' (and not always when I need it to happen; so when it comes in waves, I am taking advantage...... sleep heals? Right? - No. Honestly, I don't think so, if sleep healed I would be f***king superwoman by now; but everything else hurts less when I'm unconscious, so sleep still wins).

There was a time I would never have believed writing one thing a day could be too much.... but there's a lot I know now that I would never have believed 'before'. Erm, for example that I actually would learn to rest!

www.pinterest.com/gmun22



 When I am healthy, and fit, and energetic, and strong again (positive mantras); when my perseverance finally prevails -  I don't care that my body is probably going to try to remind me that 'we'* are not in our twenties anymore; I am going to remind it that ALL it did for the majority of my twenties, and so far much of my thirties, was battle with me when I needed to wake up and.... well, do stuff; do anything really - how hard every single physical and mental task is right now.  It* has to make up for lost time.

Therefore when it* is able, when I start bouncing places again, instead of trying to hide a limp and struggle to match the speed of a snail; I will remind my body about all that time we* have to make up for....  I will remind it about aerial yoga, acro-yoga, indoor trampoline parks with foam pits and parkour-trampolining walls..... actually, and parkour, slacklining, 'mainstream' breakdancing..... all of it - I will remind my body that it was just not an option when I first read about it/ watched it and longed to try every single thing -  that when I get my bounce back, I have over a decade to make up for!!  And sometimes, that thought is exactly what I need to keep me going - whether it's battling through one day, or accepting that - yes - 'resting enables healing'.


www.pinterest.com/gmun22


Yes, I have learned how important it is to rest.  I have learned that there are types of pure fatigue and exhaustion that nobody knows how much rest they really need.  That all the rest in the world can't fix 'tired' sometimes.   But because I have learned this; I have also learned I will never, ever take my energy or my health for granted when I get it back.  I have learned I need to rest.  I have also learned never to quit.  Because despite everything - every puzzle, every mystery, every obstacle that I have encountered, I have eventually learned enough to fight it (or sleep through it; cry through it - embracing honesty, remember! And it often feels far more like sleeping and crying dominate. Whatever way.... I have learned I can get through it; whatever that takes).  And one day, I want to look back over this and say I did enough to overcome it.  

And perhaps that is the greatest lesson having both a chronic illness and a chronic injury with severe chronic pain has taught me - never to quit.... and within that, never to give up hope.  One day, when I am back with the right people to help me and support me, I will win; we will win (there are more people than me invested in this journey - for them I am very grateful; but I need them.... and that's another post).  I will embrace my dreams, goals, and feel like I can take on the world again. One day.


.:

I feel this truly expresses how it feels to fight Lyme
  and a chronic injury (/chronic pain).
I look forward to the day where I look at a fresh challenge and can smile.
( pinterest.com/gmun22 )
(It easily covers each individually! So double fight = double reward?! Please universe....?!)


"The danger is not that we aim too high and we miss it, but that we aim too low and we reach it."
- Michelangelo -



*Geek Moment:
*'we' - so the linguistic geek inside me finds this pretty fascinating..... it is very normal for someone with a chronic illness or injury to see it as something that is not a part of them and to talk about it either in the third person (N.B. This is not the same as just generally referring to yourself in the third person.  In some cases, it's batshit crazy.) or as something belonging to them: 'my shoulder was not happy today'.  It sounds a bit crazy, and when I became aware I had been doing it quite a lot (slightly questioning my sanity); I stumbled across an article on chronic pain that talked about it a bit (and said it was totally normal, not a little bit crazy!) I think it would definitely make a cool topic for a thesis (I declared 'geek' as a heading here, therefore 'cool' and 'thesis' can totally be used in the same sentence).

I've noticed other people facing severe health issues do the same thing too.  I just thought I'd clear up the use of 'we' as I do it quite a lot and I don't want anyone to think I've developed a second personality along with everything else.....  Personally, although I haven't really researched it much, the idea of separating yourself from an injury or illness, by not seeing it as a part of you, makes a lot of sense to me.  It's not the person I want to be, or how I want to be defined, but it does feel like a massive part of me, something that is permanently attached right now, so I do have to acknowledge it.  I think it's probably even more common in 'short-term chronic illnesses' - i.e. I fully intend to recover.  I do know that I may not ever get to 100% again, but I know I will improve way beyond where I am now with the right medical support and treatment. So right now, it is a part of me, and right now, I feel it defines me in some ways....... or defines the life I live (or don't live) right now.  It is a part of me; but not quite.  It makes perfect sense to me that it is psychologically healthy to see it as something you are living with, yet also battling; something you have to figure out a way to coexist, while also planning its ultimate demise, and your ultimate victory!

(If this explanation  has just made something you hadn't even noticed even more complicated.... #sorrynotsorry - it's good to exercise the brain! ;-)


Thursday, December 8, 2016

2016: Lost for words

Lost for words
[Originally written on my phone & full of typos *shock*. Edited early 2017, with additional content.]


Yes! You read it properly (twice, just to be clear)! I have not been very good at blogging this year - specifically for 16 months, really, because life became so jumbled up & messy, I genuinely couldn't (can't) find the words to describe it all.

Anyone who knows me personally, or who has followed my blog may be having some doubts right now... I am not one to be stuck for words. Ever.  And I'm not a fan of being stuck for words - so this ends now!  For once I am making a 'real' new year's resolution to focus on my writing (blogging included obviously; but all my writing projects); and art projects in 2017 - a year of creativity.  Art heals, right?!

However, as December is quickly passing by, and a new year approaches, I feel this urge to try to 'get it all out' - out of my head, free to float around in cyberspace instead of in my own mind - so I can move forward and approach 2017 with a sense of optimism and hope.

To 'get what all out'? My subconscious asks me - all that stuff you just said you have no words for? Well.... yes. I haven't figured out how that will work: if the words need to be written, or if I can simply THINK stuff out of my head. Either way,  I'm trying. Perhaps simply starting to write will draw it out of me, either tangibly (or maybe through some sort of intangible higher-consciousness superpower that writing, blogging and thinking can combine and combust when I try to put certain memories into words.... it's a cool idea - what a great way to eliminate trauma, or negativity... okay, I think I've watched too much Black Mirror.  I do know that's not really going to happen - it's been a hard year, but I've not totally lost it; my imagination remains happily, crazily intact though!)  Moving on.....  in the real world outside my head.... perhaps I will find the words; or perhaps writing about different things will provide a release anyway.  Really, I just need to clear some space in my head for positive thoughts for next year. I don't exactly know how (did you guess?!).... I'm just diving in anyway.

This particular blog post started on instagram, in a blurb about a painting I posted. I have been attempting a 'challenge': 100 days of creativity.  I  did it last year, and it was great ambidextrous therapy, following right shoulder and left wrist surgeries, so - with the same underlying physical reasons, and the whole art therapy idea, i started it again in April this year, but things just continue to overwhelm me.

January 2017 will mark 12 years of severe chronic illness (& injury) for me. Out of 12 years, i can honestly say this year has been the worst. It should have been a year where improvements continued; instead, improvements seem to have crumbled, despite my best efforts to continue building on them; my Lyme-related issues have firmly nosedived into major relapses; and my strength and emotional well-being seems to have been tested at every point. It has been a TOUGH year, and it remains difficult to delve into every detail.


I gave up on this art  challenge after spending quite a bit of time in hospital in the summer, and even longer being 'iller' than usual between my stays in hospital. It's just one point that leaves me stuck for words, because after about 3 months of feeling severely ill (on top of my 'normal feeling like sh!t), a total of 21 nights spent in hospital, over multiple admissions;
 I have no answers. Symptoms have somewhat calmed down, but flare up sporadically.  I still feel ill again; 'it' has not been fixed, 'it' has not gone away, but I have given up on  answers for now.

I later I decided to finish this art challenge. It might seem silly, but it has come to represent something bigger; it may be my only 'accomplishment' this year (although survival probably surpasses it!). So I have 22 days and 28 pieces to post 😞.... but in a silly way, it represents my year. So I WILL finish! & if I can squeeze that in, hopefully in some crazy way it will help me leave 2016 behind & move on to 2017 looking forward. 

There is a large part of this that I feel mirrors 2016 globally too and hopefully the world can move on in a positive way too. Hopefully instead of divisiveness that dominated 2016, humanity can come together & support one another. Hopefully 2017 can be a year filled with compassion, love, safety & unity (& good karma!) This safetypin movement -inspired painting seemed the perfect place for trying to start somewhere (again!) with my blog.

Initially I started this blog to raise awareness about Lyme Disease;  it quickly became an unexpected method of communication - somewhere I could upate friends about my shoulder,  as I was not allowed to spend much time online following surgery. Over time it became quite cathartic as well, at times an outlet for a frustrating long recovery, and many times a place for positive quotes to self-motivate.  It has helped me stay positive & optimistic - and enables me to 'meet' other people with shared experiences. 

I very much hope I can get back to writing and continue all of those things in the new year.


Multicolored Safety-pin
#safetypinmovement

"You must be the change you want to see in the world."
~ Gandhi ~

Friday, July 15, 2016

A bit more serious...

Thinking more about chronic pain, because....... well, one, I opened that door and it's definitely something that deserves some attention and awareness; and two, because I HAVE IT!! Along with hundreds of thousands of people; around the world, probably millions of people.  Ususally I would actually go to Google and then cross reference a few searches to see if I can get a rough percentage, but I'll just stick with the 'I've read in multiple places it's a problem for millions of people' (You can fact check me if you wish!)

Drawing attention to chronic pain is an important issue.  Many people are living with some form of chronic pain, and will do so for the rest of their lives.  For some, pain is constant, for others it comes and goes.  If my treatment goes to plan, mine should improve massively, as the function of my shoulder improves, but it is unlikely I will ever be pain free.  However, if my pain drops below a level where I have to take crazy concoctions of strong medications and I get myself back where I can live a normal life, I will take that as a win.

I think it's important to draw attention to this quote, from a seminar/ conference (/can't quite remember which) on pain, last year, this was said:



I really think that last sentence is worth highlighting:

"We believe chronic pain is a disease in its own right."

I admit that I had absolutely no idea of the extent to which pain can affect the entire body. And it does - pain makes you tired, you ache, you struggle to concentrate on conversaation  as if you have a bad headache (you get them too); your body tries to compensate for the way you move, so other non-injured parts beging to hurt; you have to try to learn to correct that so you don't create further problems; the pain makes you tired, but you're too sore to get comfortable - sleep is broken (shoulder pain is actually one of the most common causes of insomnia) Or it swings entirely the opposite way, I hit a 14 on the scale below, and when I do le down to rest, my body just seems to wipe out.  It's such a strange thing to explain  -  I understand why it's so difficult to understand; but if you have a friend or family member with chronic pain, sometimes reading some of those usually really simple 'about......' articles make useful points.  And, as usual, I'm writing this to try to draw attention to another 'invisible illness' and maybe offer a glimpse into the complex world that is chronic pain ..... 

It is definitely not 'broken wrist, stick it in a cast' kind of pain; this is like saying Lyme disease makes you 'tired' as opposed to 'pathophysiologically fatigued' (the medical term; aalso used wwith ME/CFS/ Fibo and other similar illnesses -  not something a normal sleep helps in any way). Chronic pain and acute pain are not just different sides of a coin, they are completely different currencies.

 And really, as an, um, adventurous kid, I thought I knew it all - acute injuries: broken bones, pulled muscles, head/ neck injuries (gymnastics, flying over bike handles, falling out of trees.... and more - I was active!!); along with 'normal' pain from general minor illness.

 But that's the key word there  'A C U T E'  - chronic pain just isn't comparable.  It's not like having a sore arm/ shoulder/ tooth/ whatever.  It's not something you can compartmentalise.  After you have pain for a certain amount of time (medical definitions vary from 3 to 6 months), it changes the way the brain processes pain.  Sort of.  Because we don't really know that much more about pain.  Generally, the body should heal in that time  -  in my case, for example, I know my muscles were still detached 8 months later (right before they were reattached).  So then I had surgical pain (& the damage that goes with that)..... in an area that had been in severe (undiagnosed and untreated) pain for months.  Knowing what I know now about the actual physical damage as well as what I know about the little we really understand about chronic pain, it is not surprising that I have pain issues - add in my nerve damage, lack of function in my right shoulder; and other things that all came to light (I think it's pretty much covered across 2012- early 2015 on here!) -  my sister's cat could issue a chronic pain diagnosis if it could talk.

A solution on the other hand.....?...... Well, if we don't really understand how chronic pain works, it's pretty obvious to say we don't have a good solution for it. Slap on a fake smile, lipstick, and a pair of sunglasses (or a good mascara) with my meds, and nobody would know...... most of the time...... Bad days are harder to hide, but those also tend to be the days I just hide under my duvet, with little other choice..... this is far more than I ever really admit.

Recent happenings (details for another time, but not so good) have led doctors to offer me further medications and then more medications to mediate the side effects of that extra pain medication.  Right now, I have a drug combo that works the best out of anything I've tried.  It doesn't take the pain away  -  and nothing will.  It lets me cope with it, basically.  But I'm never not in pain.




This leads to a lot of judgment.....often from doctors who make comments like "you really don't want to be taking this many medications at your age....' (umm..... NO, I really don't.....) but after examination, history, and discussion conclude that they could "add more pain medication and give you another drug to help with side effects." So I declined.  The extra drugs won't get rid of my pain, so I'd really rather not add more toxins to my body - only to have the next doctor judge me for the even greater number of meds I take. *sigh*

One thing that gets me with this is the assumption you're 'out of it' with medication.  Most people's experience is after a surgery or following a bad injury - nothing long term; and for most people strong painkillers will make them either loopy or sleepy.  There's about 5% of people who have 'contrary reactions' to meds - guess what group I fall under?!...... Of course.  I have known this since I was 12 though (e.g. valium makes my insomnia worse, instead of knocking me out.  I would much prefer the sleep).  However what is difficult to understand for people is that my pain can make me seem 'out of it' - it has nothing to do with the meds. 





My sister once told me she "could tell when [ I ] had taken all my medication because I as a bit slow to think..."  Actually, she could tell when my pain was bad, because I take the same medication every day, at the same dose in order to try to keep my pain 'even' (rather than it spiking and dropping like a rollercoaster) - it sort of works.  Research has shown that in patients with chronic pain, pain medications act differently in the brain than in people using the drugs recreationally/ to 'get high'.  I know it's a misconception that bothers other people too. 

When people (and usually medical people) comment negatively on my meds, I think about what those meds enable me to do....  It's nothing like what I would like to be doing, but they enable me to get through my physiotherapy sessions.  They enable me to get out the house, have a shower  - basically to not lie crying in agony 24/7 until the pain just knocks me out.  That's where I was before the pain meds ere sort of balanced.  I imagine, sometimes, answering with, "would you ever make a cancer patient feel guilty about chemotherapy, a class of drugs that are known poisons, but the best you can offer?" - Because of course they wouldn't!!  Nobody would!  And the same should apply to all other patients too - those 'evil drugs' are the only things those same doctors can offer; it's all we've got.

 (As an aside  I think I actually HAVE also tried EVERY ''alterative therapy' I can find, and I do take a few supplements in order to actually avoid certain drugs, for specific things.  Laughably, the doctor who has just told me I shouldn't be taking so many prescriptions drugs, but offers me no alternative, then usually tells me the supplements are probably not doing anything.....)

*Arrrrrrrgh!! * Can you hear me scream?!








 So, yes, a little bit more serioius - but if you made it through that, and you know someone who suffers fom chronic pain, maybe you can ask them a little about it; or give them a (gentle!) hug - most people just want to be understood. :-)


Words have no power to impress the mind ithout the exquisite horror of their reality.
- Edgar Allen Poe -