Taken two days ago at Kai Tai Lagoon.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Taken two days ago at Kai Tai Lagoon.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Would I do this? A nerve ablation for chronic pain?
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.
My son was an Extroverted Feeler when he was little. Let’s call him EF.
We move in the middle of his first grade. From Colorado to the Olympic Peninsula, arriving on December 31, 1999. Y2K. The computers do not stop the next day and the world does not implode. My mother has recurrent cancer.
He starts school. He is in a three year class in public school with two teachers. It is a first, second, third grade mixed class. There are fifty kids and he is starting in January.
His mother is bananas because she is trying to learn a whole new set of patients, phone numbers, specialists and local medical slang. His father hates moving and lies on the couch. His grandmother is not doing well. He doesn’t have any friends yet. He misses his Colorado friends and his teacher. He is gloomy.
His father takes him to get his hair cut.
They return and I nearly swallow my tongue. The EF has a triple mohawk. A central spike of hair, shaved on both sides, and then another spike on each side. He and his dad thought it up. I tell myself: it’s just hair, it’s just hair, it will grow back! Horrors.
Two weeks later the EF is cheering up a bit and has a friend. Why? Apparently the haircut garnered attention. Within a week, not only does every kid in his class know his name, but most of the parents do too. “Who is that kid with the triple mohawk?” The EF is very pleased.
He gets a triple mohawk once more. By now I am ok with it.
After that he gets normal haircuts. His grandmother dies, but he has some friends now. His mother is less bananas over time and his father knows the name of every checker at the grocery store and all the coffee shops and the golf pros.
There was a cartoon where a mother is telling her son not to stare at a person with a mohawk. “But mom, don’t they get mohawks so that people will stare?” Uh, good point!
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: mohawk.
I have a Sea of Love poem, too.
Two versions. I am sure there are more. I hope you feel loved.
And a music video of the second:
The maple in my back yard is thinking of spring and getting ready.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I took this last May. Let’s celebrate with watermelon balloons hanging from the ceiling! They are red like the Valentines though they are green too. I thought they were awfully cheerful and rather unexpected.
Happily, these are not suspected spy balloons and do not need to be shot down.
Meanwhile, a zoo has gotten creative about ex partners. For a small fee, they will name a cockroach or a carrot after your ex and feed it to a zoo animal. I hope they don’t get indigestion. That really is delightfully silly and creative.
There are still people found alive in earthquake rubble: more prayers and let’s celebrate that.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: celebrate! Welcome to our newest prompter, Perpetua.
And here is a celebratory song:
Sometimes paths meet and we walk together for a while.
Still we are separate. Promises made, friends forever
and yet the path diverges, one person leaves. We
can’t see that in the future. I am wary of always and
never, I try not to use them. I will not promise friends
forever: addiction could drive me away or lies or betrayal.
I might still love. I might return to be present for death
but still, I will not say forever.
Because that is a lie.
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I took the photograph yesterday blind. We were on Marrowstone and could not see what was out in the water. It changed shape though. I took this zoomed all the way out and then still couldn’t see what was there until I downloaded the photographs. We thought it was a stick. Or a turtle. Then we wondered if there are turtles in the Salish Sea. I googled Salish Sea turtle and get this: https://www.epa.gov/salish-sea/marine-species-risk. That’s a bit sad. Read on down, though, because it lists seven things we can do to help.
No Salish Sea turtles though.
What about the Olympic Peninsula? Here: https://www.nps.gov/olym/learn/nature/amphibians-and-reptiles.htm. Not an ideal climate for reptiles, it says. Well, no, I agree. No turtles listed, but there are some other reptiles.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: junction.
And still, people are being found under the rubble alive, though far more dead. Prayers and praise for the searchers and the victims and families. A song for them:
Let’s see: sand. We have lots of sand, but the beach here is mostly cold. The water temperature is 45 degrees F today. It ranges from 45-55 here over the year. Wetsuit, drysuit or well, my daughter and her friends would go in. Brrrrr.
I love walking the beaches here though. We can walk 6 miles from North Beach to Cape George if we time the tides right. Marrowstone Island has miles of mostly deserted beach as well. Sand and agates and rocks and eagles and great blue herons and coyotes and sea lions in the water.
Not everyone likes sand though. Here is an example:
And while we are at it, another sea ditty and a favorite: The Crabby Song. I used to sing it at work under my breath. Very professional, right?
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
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