Life is good again!
Posted: Fri Sep 12, 2008 1:51 pm
I hope this story could help someone:
Nearly two years ago began one of the biggest struggles of my life. I awoke one morning with an aggravated trigger point at the site of an old injury, under my left scapula, and numbness and nerve pain in my left hand and arm. Things worsened quickly and it felt like someone was poking me in back, hard, with a sharp stick, 24/7, while my left hand joints felt on fire. My left hand was still under motor control but half senseless, half painful. My active life and robust constitution became replaced with bed rest and heavy narcotic medication and its side effects, and it went on and on with no improvement. They found a pinched nerve in my neck and operated, which gave some improvement to my arm and hand. But the trigger point blazed on for a year and a half non-stop despite the doctors' best efforts. I turned down some treatment options that sounded too scary (lidocaine injections near my heart and lungs), while all gentler methods failed. The best prescription the doctor wrote was for a medical pot card which provided quite a bit of relief for mind and body. But my weight dropped to 112 lb (I'm 5' 9") and I couldn't walk to the corner, needed a wheelchair to get out. The months passed.
A few months ago I began to notice my pain count dropping slightly. I cut the narcotics in half over the few next weeks, and lo and behold, I began to walk to the store again, get out to jam with my buddies, take the dog out, and go putting in my little boat again. And I was getting interested in food. Small things that meant a lot. More patience and gentle rehabilitation. I made a successful road trip to SoCalCon, the first driving I'd done since before all this began
This week I dropped the meds entirely, substituting naps for the painkillers. I still hurt all the time but it's tolerable unless I overdo it (sadly still very easy to do). So I'm not ready for prime time yet but I'm out of bed and feeling feisty again (and hungry). I expect with some more patience to be nearly as strong as I was, but maybe not. I'm over fifty and who know the effects of the damage and the long-term medication. I used to sleep 10 hours a night; now I'm lucky for 5. Things like that. Probably no heavy lifting from here on in, too.
Hey, but the sun is shining and my aquatic "surrey with the fringe on top" is warming up outside. Smoke 'em if you got 'em. Life is good!
Nearly two years ago began one of the biggest struggles of my life. I awoke one morning with an aggravated trigger point at the site of an old injury, under my left scapula, and numbness and nerve pain in my left hand and arm. Things worsened quickly and it felt like someone was poking me in back, hard, with a sharp stick, 24/7, while my left hand joints felt on fire. My left hand was still under motor control but half senseless, half painful. My active life and robust constitution became replaced with bed rest and heavy narcotic medication and its side effects, and it went on and on with no improvement. They found a pinched nerve in my neck and operated, which gave some improvement to my arm and hand. But the trigger point blazed on for a year and a half non-stop despite the doctors' best efforts. I turned down some treatment options that sounded too scary (lidocaine injections near my heart and lungs), while all gentler methods failed. The best prescription the doctor wrote was for a medical pot card which provided quite a bit of relief for mind and body. But my weight dropped to 112 lb (I'm 5' 9") and I couldn't walk to the corner, needed a wheelchair to get out. The months passed.
A few months ago I began to notice my pain count dropping slightly. I cut the narcotics in half over the few next weeks, and lo and behold, I began to walk to the store again, get out to jam with my buddies, take the dog out, and go putting in my little boat again. And I was getting interested in food. Small things that meant a lot. More patience and gentle rehabilitation. I made a successful road trip to SoCalCon, the first driving I'd done since before all this began
This week I dropped the meds entirely, substituting naps for the painkillers. I still hurt all the time but it's tolerable unless I overdo it (sadly still very easy to do). So I'm not ready for prime time yet but I'm out of bed and feeling feisty again (and hungry). I expect with some more patience to be nearly as strong as I was, but maybe not. I'm over fifty and who know the effects of the damage and the long-term medication. I used to sleep 10 hours a night; now I'm lucky for 5. Things like that. Probably no heavy lifting from here on in, too.
Hey, but the sun is shining and my aquatic "surrey with the fringe on top" is warming up outside. Smoke 'em if you got 'em. Life is good!