Category Archives: pain

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Eating sunlight

Beloved
I don’t think I can bear this
It’s a good plan
To work five more years
And retire in better financial shape
House paid off
But it hurts so

My tattered bruised and battered heart
Already patched so many times
And to see so many people each day
Hurting

Why, Beloved?
Why don’t we mature?

Maybe I’ll be a tree again
Living wood
That bends and moves with the wind
That eats the sunlight
Drinks the rain
Endures the snow and drinks it as it melts
Until spring comes
And I stir and start to bud
Deciding when it’s time
To uncurl leaves in warm sun

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt illusion. Or should it be delusion? Or survival? Or beyond that to peace?

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Hormones and rabbit holes

Medicine is confusing right now. Ok, it is always confusing because we try to base it on science and science is always changing. There are always special areas that are currently a mess. Hormones!

I speak to a patient recently who is female, premenopausal, and is getting hormone replacement therapy for hot flushes and not sleeping well from an outside source. The person wants me to order hormone tests. I do order hormone tests but not the ones she has in mind. I test a TSH, thyroid stimulating hormone, to see if she is low or high in thyroid.

She is thinking of me testing estrogen and progesterone and other related hormone levels. The party line from gynecology MDs and DOs is that these are not useful tests because women’s hormone levels are so varible. However, there are lots of naturopaths out there and functional medicine MDs and DOs who will test levels. Why is the patient asking ME to test them? Most of those naturopaths and functional medicine providers do not take insurance and charge cash. Also, insurance may not pay for them anyhow because the party line is that they aren’t useful. Why would the cash providers check levels? One reason is CASH. Another is to prescribe “bioequivalent hormone replacement”. Sounds natural, right? Well, the natural thing was for the hormones to stop at menopause and all of the hormones are either made in a laboratory from plant pre-estrogens or from pregnant mare urine, so bioequivalent seems to imply natural but it really isn’t. Pills do not grow on trees, they are made by humans in laboratories.

However, I question party lines, and off I go down the hormone rabbit hole. The current guidelines are that female hormone replacement, after menopause, should be lowest dose possible and only for a maximum of three years because of the increased risk of breast cancer. This doesn’t address my question: does premenopausal hormone replacement count as part of those three years? I may need to ask gynecology. I don’t think it counts. A woman is postmenopausal when she has had no periods for a year. Or had her ovaries removed. Or if she’s had a hysterectomy and still has her ovaries, a yearly follicle stimulating hormone and lutienizing hormone test. Both tests rise when the ovaries stop making hormones and eggs.

Also, there is another caveat. We know that when men are on opioids, the opioids can suppress their hormones and lower testosterone. Here is a paper: https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/31511863/. Half the men studied in multiple studies had low testosterone when on chronic opioid therapy. 18429 subjects (patients) in 52 studies. That is a lot. Women studied? NONE. What? Yeah, none. Why? Here is part of the answer: about a decade ago I worked with the UW Telepain group and asked the head of the UW Pain clinic a question. “If opioids lower hormones in men, do they in women too?”

His reply, “I don’t know.”

“Have you ever tested a woman?”

“No.”

“Isn’t that sort of sexist?”

“Yes.”

So here I am, rechecking a decade later, and we still don’t know if giving women chronic opioids messes up their hormone levels. It would be more complicated and difficult to check women. We might have to do individual hormone baselines or something in premenopausal ones, say, 2 weeks after menses. Remember that for most of the history of medicine, clinical drug trials were only done in men, because, well, sexism. They said women could get pregnant. Yes, but then we gave the drugs to women who could get pregnant. Also, postmenopausal women can’t get pregnant. The whole thing seems stupid to me.

There is an interesting new finding here: https://neurosciencenews.com/estrogen-t-cells-pain-28548/ . Apparently in women, estrogen and progesterone work on receptors at the base of the spine to reduce pain signals using T cells, part of the immune system. The article says this doesn’t happen in men, but they were studying mice. The male mice didn’t seem to have worse pain after estrogen and progesterone were blocked. The female mice were in more pain. But wait, estrogen and progesterone are produced in men as a by product of making testosterone. Less than women, until menopause. Then the 70 year old man has more estrogen and progesterone than his postmenopausal wife. The article says that they don’t know why the receptors are in women and female mice (um, my intuitive guess would be childbirth and micebirth, right? Men don’t do that and women giving birth to a child after the first one sometimes say, “WHY did I want to do THIS again?” I think those receptors are so that women and mice can get through more than one pregnancy.) Now I need to read the article again because maybe men and male mice don’t have the receptors, even though they do have some estrogen and progesterone. Maybe they just don’t have enough estrogen and progesterone.

Maybe we can’t figure out women’s hormone because men aren’t smart enough, heh, heh. Yes, that is sexist right back at all those historical figures who didn’t study women.

At any rate, that still doesn’t answer my two questions: does premenopausal hormone replacement count towards the three year total beyond which hormone replacement increases the risk of breast cancer? And does chronic opioid treatment lower women’s hormone levels?

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hormone.

I took the photograph of a Port Townsend rabbit in 2011.

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10 rounds

Got sick in clinic yesterday, about 20 minutes after eating lunch. Abdominal cramping and lost lunch and lay down until I could drive home. Went to sleep for another four hours. I got up to hydrate slowly, some water with a little sugar, every 15 minutes. Taking it slowly is gentler on the stomach. I went back to sleep.

I got up at 11 pm and had a few crackers. This morning I am tolerating tea, but my body feels rather like it’s been beaten up. No clinic today, but I think tomorrow would be ok. We shall see.

I am not sure of the cause. I was given some gluten free donuts and wonder if one had gluten. Food poisoning is not very common in the places I have lived. We are seeing some people with Covid who have abdominal symptoms rather than upper respiratory, so I am debating whether I should home test.

It’s been a strenuous twenty four hours!

The photograph is from the Fruita Fair a few weekends ago. I really wanted to do this with the kids. Today even looking at the picture makes me slightly nauseated! Whew! They were in climbing harnesses and then attached to giant rubber bands and bouncing. Some were able to do flips, too. Not me, not today!

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: strenuous.

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Forgiveness

Rumi writes about the wound being where the light gets in. Leonard Cohen says the cracks are where the light gets in. My poems about being reborn or changed seem to involve either burning or the sea. I wrote this in 2009.

Forgiveness

I want to forgive something
Someone
In fact a group
Something that hurt a lot
I’ve tried logic
I tell myself
“It was an expression of concern”

My heart doesn’t agree
It is sullen
Immobile and grumpy
It whispers
“They have not apologized”
It whispers
“When people say you’re crazy
It could be a joke
An expression of concern
It wasn’t
It was a palm held out
At arm’s length
To distance me.”

My head argues
“That’s what it felt like to you.
You don’t know their intentions.”

I want to write
A poem of forgiveness
Hoping my heart will follow

My conscious doesn’t write my poems
My conscious wrestles with an idea
The poem comes out of this struggle
I look at the poem I’ve written
I think,
“That is what I would like
my conscious heart to feel.”
My poem is often more generous
than my conscious feels

My poems are not mine
They are a gift
From the unconscious
It is much larger
Than the small conscious me
I dream of feeling envy
I climb into a bathtub
And transform myself
To battle a trickster
We are transported
To the bottom of the ocean

In the ocean
The trickster and I are one
It is unlimited
It is not my unconscious
There is no separation
It is all unconscious

I did not think
A poem would give forgiveness
But pain drove me
Into the sea
I am connected
You gave me these pearls
Thank you

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: crack.

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Nerve ablation

Would I do this? A nerve ablation for chronic pain?

https://healthy.kaiserpermanente.org/health-wellness/health-encyclopedia/he.nerve-ablation-for-chronic-pain.zx3505

Two people mentioned nerve ablation to me this week: one in the back and one in the knee. Would I do this?

Holy denervation, Batman. I’d like to think that I wouldn’t, but pain does suck.

The problem is that pain is information, even chronic pain. The current thinking in medicine is that chronic pain is some sort of glitch in the wiring or the brain where something keeps hurting even if we can’t see much of an injury.

Like grief or a broken heart or the death of a loved one.

Those pains can soften, but do they entirely go away? The death of loved ones doesn’t. It’s been a decade since my sister died of cancer and I still think of things that would make her howl with laughter. She understood me in a way that no one in the world does: ok, except for my children. My children are adults now and out in the world and observing other parenting and non-parenting and disastrous young adult choices. My son now has a high school classmate dead of opioid overdose. A topic for another essay.

Back to chronic pain. Medicine in the United States does patients a terrible disservice by talking about the spinal discs all the time. 99 times out of 100, the pain is NOT a disc. The back is very complicated, with 6 layers of muscles, and some of those muscles are only an inch long. They all have to work together in a fluid way. Often, we forget this. Our muscles try to obey us and we lock them into a terrible position and they try and try and try: and then tear and hurt.

Lock them? Yes. We have three main types of muscle: fast twitch fatigable, fast twitch non-fatigable and slow twitch. Slow twitch don’t get much attention in the United States MORE AND FASTER dysfunctional ADHD culture. Slow twitch muscles are the posture muscles. If you lock them in one position, they will stay there. Even when you get up from the computer or desk or bent over picking strawberries.

When the muscles lock, remember that they are all attached to bones. Every muscle attaches to at least two sites. Picture a muscle that crosses the knee joint locking into a shortened position. Now, do you think the knee moves normally? NO, it doesn’t. And if the muscle is tight and locked, the knee joint can be damaged by not being able to move freely.

Now, think about your back. You have seven cervical vertebrae, 12 thoracic and five lumbar. So 24 separate bones, and then other bones, like ribs, attached by tendons and ligaments and muscles. You pull a muscle in your lower back playing pickleball. It hurts. When the muscle is injured, it tightens up to protect itself. The surrounding muscles can tighten as well, and then that area doesn’t move right. The other muscles and joints have to attempt to take up the slack! They can’t move normally either! All too often I ask what people did when their back started hurting and all they did was take something to mask the pain and keep going.

Pretty dysfunctional.

So what do I want you to do with a new injury? RICE. Rest, ice, compression, elevation. Rest the muscle. It’s hurt. Ice for ten minute intervals in the first 48 hours, not heat. Heat increases bleeding and swelling. Muscles can bleed if they are torn. You have had a bruise sometime in your life, right? You won’t see a deep muscle bruise, and personally I have trouble looking at my own back. You may add heat after the first 48 hours. Usually the peak of swelling and bleeding is by 48 hours. Compression: if it is an ankle or an elbow, an ace wrap holds the joint still and reduces swelling. You can press ice on your back, or lie on an ice pack. Go ahead and shower but not super hot at first. Elevation for arms and legs: gravity helps reduce swelling and pain.

What if it’s been hurting for a year? Your blog was too late!

Check your posture first. If you have been avoiding moving a part of your body, you need help. If your posture is terrible, you really need help. Take breaks at the computer! Get up and walk! And see your primary care person. Physical therapy, occupational therapy, massage therapy. Pay attention to what makes the pain worse and what makes it better. Alcohol or pot might make if hurt less, but that’s not fixing the problem and could make it worse. Muscle relaxants are not great either. The muscle tightened up to keep from tearing, remember? And scar tissue can form in muscle. You need to work with someone to gently break down that scar tissue without tearing the muscle again. So muscle memory is for injuries too. If a muscle has been traumatized, it has scarring and it remembers. It may tear more easily and will tighten up more easily. Listen to your muscles. They do not just tighten with trauma, they also tighten with stress and are more at risk for injury. Learn how to reduce your stress, go into a parasympathetic relaxed mode, and help your muscles.

For long term chronic pain, I think of present injury, old injury and then brain and emotional injury. We are often afraid of injury, that we will be hurt, that it will hurt forever, that we will be disabled and be alone and starve. Our culture for the most part celebrates the young and strong and the survivors. I don’t think we have a “chronic pain day” where the whole country thanks the people who have chronic pain and work anyhow, to take care of each other and their families. Maybe we should have that. The emotional part of chronic pain must be addressed too.

I would be very cautious about having a nerve cut, or ablated. The exception for me is the abnormal heart pathways that cause arrythmias. Yes, I think ablating them is a good treatment, but we still try other things first. There can be complications of any surgery.

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The photograph is me and my ex dancing at our wedding in 1989. Swing dancing is a delight and you have to not injure your partner or yourself! We noticed that even one drink would affect our dancing and our favorite place to dance was at Cabin John Park, which had no alcohol at all. Posture is important. I think the photographer on this one was my ex’s uncle but we also had a dance friend who took wonderful photographs.

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Chronic pain #I forget

The CDC has a new set of recommendations for chronic pain.

I will write about them. I have to read them first. Hurts too much, right now, the election, and all the pandemic fighting. Stress people and you see what they are really like.

My church has melted down into a huge fight. I was in a chorus singing instead of being in a meeting. Apparently there is a group that says brown people have “taken over” the national organization of the church. Um. Hello. That is discrimination. Does the color of the skin matter if it is a good leader? Why are people insane? I filled out a county survey on drug use today. I know we have methamphetamines and heroin in our high schools because patients have told me. But then I get to the race question. What race am I? I checked OTHER and wrote HUMAN. The race bullcrap is NOT SCIENCE. I haven’t done any genetics testing. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT RACE I AM THOUGH I LOOK WHITE.

It is important for medicine in that there is proven discrimination with less screen health services offered to “brown” people, whatever the heck “brown” people means. I wish the heavens would turn us all the same color over night. Or perhaps blind us. That is not nice of me and I do not care.

I am glad that this horror came out in my church. Because now the discrimination is out in the open. And the committee has sent out a message saying NO. We WILL stay part of the national organization. We WILL not give in to this discrimination. AND I SAY HOORAY AND BLESSINGS ON THEM.

Here is the new CDC set of recommendations for chronic pain: https://www.cdc.gov/mmwr/volumes/71/rr/rr7103a1.htm . You can read them yourself.

I read to this sentence so far: “Approximately one in five U.S. adults had chronic pain in 2019 and approximately one in 14 adults experienced “high-impact” chronic pain, defined as having pain on most days or every day during the past 3 months that limited life or work activities (5).”

Part of me is horrified and part of me is calm. Because pain is a part of life. Pain, love, joy, fear, it’s all part of our emotional evolved systems to survive, right? If God is love, God is also pain and fear. It is not a split. It is both.

This song is a love song. But to me, it’s a love song from heroin to a woman. One lovely day, a place where there is no pain. There will be pain on the return, the withdrawal. I have patients say, “You need to get me pain free.” My reply was “I will not get you pain free. Pain free is dead. Or at least, they can no longer tell me if the next form hurts.” In this song, “she won’t let on, that the feelings have got so strong.” Addiction, opioid overuse.

I took the photograph of Elwha yesterday. He is my relaxation mentor.

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Caduceus Hair

A physician says to me, “You might have had more friends and been more successful in your career if you had been put on medication a long time ago.”

I think, “You f—ing bitch.” Nothing shows on my face. The doctor face is pleasant on the surface and the stone face that guards my feelings is deeper. I could show you the snakes and you would turn to stone but I would go to jail.

Your words don’t go away. They fester, a deep deep wound. I ask my other doctor, “If my only symptom of pneumonia is my mood, no white count, no fever, how would I know if I had pneumonia if I were medicated?”

I think back. Age twenty five with belly pain, emergency room, CT scan and then a sigmoidoscopy. I couldn’t eat, it hurt so bad. The emergency room offers me valium. “No,” I say, “my father is an alcoholic. I won’t take that.” I am sent to counseling. The counselor, smug, blonde, polished, wants to send me to her husband, a psychiatrist, for drugs. “No,” I say, “my father is an alcoholic. I want talk therapy not drugs.” I am very very afraid.

Things get better.  I tell the counselor thank you. “You can’t stop now,” she says, “You must continue the counseling. Or you will have problems later on.” I go once more. She says I must keep coming. I speak to a family friend, a PhD psychologist, who encourages me to say no. I cancel. No regrets.

I am not an alcoholic. I don’t smoke. I don’t use pot nor CBD. I never tried cocaine or meth or opioids or crack. I can tell an addict by their charm: the sick people are not charming nor the people in for maintenance. The moment a person tries to charm me I wonder what they want.

The physician is wrong and cruel besides. Valium is addictive and is still overused. I could have taken the path of psychiatric medicine but I chose not to.

I will find another doctor who is less stupid and cruel. They do exist. I know, because I am one.

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