Movement

I love being outside. It’s really peaceful. I did an hour and a half of water workouts. I don’t know yet if calling them workouts is fair. It might seem misleading. All I know is they are workouts to me and I’m going to be really sore tomorrow.

I woke early this morning, prepped dinner, and got a few other things done by the break of dawn. I had slept in late a couple of days in a row and needed to stop that before it became easier to do again.

I was breathing in the late morning air when I started thinking about summer time being over and it being colder outside. I thought that would be the perfect time to use my treadmill. I haven’t quite made it that far yet. I know the weightless water activity is helping more and more each day because movement itself isn’t as difficult. Not in the water that is. There is some difficulty at times not knowing if I should back off a little or continue pushing my threshold. Sometimes I think I’m suppose to be sore because it means I’m succeeding. I remind myself that I haven’t been in horrible pain for months as a result of movement and that I’m doing fairly well not being on pain medication or anti-depressants and that my determination to help myself exceeds any worrisome downfall physically or emotionally that hasn’t come back since my full on self maintenance began.

I love laughing, smiling, being playful, and funny. I dislike having not lost a single pound. Ha! Let me try to give myself some positive affirmations. But you did go down the pant sizes and you have increased muscle. Phew! I’m glad I did that. ~laughs

Anyway, I’m stuck on a series. I started Wentworth and then I started Orange Is The New Black. They both bored me and then Wentworth won for now. I’ve heard so much about Orange Is The New Black that I gave it a go. The first episode didn’t make me feel tingly inside with entertainment.

I’m heading back outside for another hour and then I’m going to be a little lazy and splurge on a couple of episodes before making dinner.

Tomorrow’s going to be a hotter one.

Sunshine

 

 

 

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Adjusting

You don't owe anyone anything... You owe yourself everything. By Dyversiti. ResizedIt’s not all sugar plums and dancing fairies even when bodily pain is minimized to any degree.  Especially in the injury that led to RSD/CRPS and the devastating consequences that just hasn’t let me forget. It has nothing to do with the loss of work, inspirations, or goals that might have been. The regret has remained heavy because of the manipulation involved in a decision, one I would have never considered had I not been told from health care providers that doing so would prevent a detrimental outcome and allow possibility in recovering. The choice was for the ones I already had. I never got better and as a result I not only felt deceived but also used to reduce cost and care for both of us.

I’m trying to tell myself this is what it was for. Today!  It just took 15 years to get there. I’ve already told me how stupid I was for believing in others when I knew better and that led to future distrust. I had already overcome, mostly, other trust issues and there I learned to build my wall so much stronger than it was before.

So here I am still trying to clean up my own mess from the first few months of this year and its aftermath that’s only 7 months old that I can’t even throw away as garbage yet because it’s still active with a new appointment in just a couple of days.

Every day that I get better is another day that I ask myself why. What was it all for?

I suppose I’ll just have to wait and see.

 

 

Hope Restored

Hope restored after 6 months of hopelessness is hope forward. I have not yet revealed that I’ve been in the voluntary care of mental health services. I have not revealed what it takes to move on after an emotional catastrophe instigated by the inability to control physical pain. I’ve revealed in part all that I’ve done to survive without pain management and without any prescribed pain related medications at all. I’ve shared that all I’ve had is my SCS/lower extremity. I’ve shared options I had to choose for myself to make it this far due to an increase lower and an unrelenting flare upper, and I’ve shared that I had to choose an option that I never wanted for myself. Approximately 5 weeks ago, I transferred my care to the U.C. Davis Lawrence J. Ellison Ambulatory Care Center which is a teaching facility. Internal Medicine. This was done with the assistance of my therapist’s managed care assistant. One does need a referral from another health care provider to be apart of what I’ve chosen. The teaching, learning and research part of UCD. I want doctors to learn from my complexities, and in this I pray new medications evolve or perhaps some day a cure for CRPS. I hope that together we can learn what causes spread, an injury taking on an abnormal healing path and why it’s always disproportionate to the inciting event. I want my life used while living to be studied, for me and others, and while I’ll give it when I’m gone too, lets learn now so that maybe I can also be blessed with a remission rather than a progression. I’ve already met with my Primary Care provider who gave me 2 referrals. One referral I’ve shared and that is to the U.C. Davis Spine Center – Pain Management which I go to on the 4th of next month. The other was a new Med-Psych which I went to today. These students and the doctors who lead them have been amazing. I’ll not yet reveal who they are, but I must share the compassion and the comfort they provided. Today, my new doctors, stated “We’re glad you’re here, we want to help you”. We want to be a team with you”. The weight on my shoulder suddenly lightened. My therapist currently at another location has told me, several times already, how bright I am, my compassion, my empathy, my care-giving. My new one’s have stated same or similar. My expectations are reasonable. Today, these 2 thanked me! And I had to thank them more!

I’m not crazy! Confirmed again is that I currently (It’s getting a little better) I go too low due to Major Depressive Disorder – Severe. Previously I had the diagnosis of Mild Recurrent Major Depressive Disorder. So I was being maintained with Cymbalta/Duloxetine as the dual combination assistance it provides. Depression and Nerve Pain. So that there are no mistakes in your mind, my depression is secondary to CRPS and the constant roller coaster that’s come with it. I’ve never taken an abundance of opioid pain reducing medications, but I had been helped with a little. I’ve never had more than the little, and I’ve never taken additional for break-through pain. I really tried. There were so many days that I wished my only med was a little higher and there were other times I prayed I had something to help with pain above what my 5 mcg/hr of BUTrans could cover. When I asked the P.A. at my pain management clinic of 12 years, less than 2 weeks before trying to leave to accept an award from Dr. Earl Bakken, Co Founder Medtronic, she did put in to increase me to 10 mcg/hr for 2 months, but not without stating fabrications into the record. I never got it for the purpose I prayed for. I went to receive my award having been without any pain medication and without what I had been currently withdrawing from. When I was dismissed from that practice it what for attempting to correct errors in my medical record 6 days after a 72 hour suicide hold that I did get to come from 2 days later. My medical records indicate that I never told the P.A. of the continued denial of Cymbalta and Zonegran, but a week before my break down, I called and asked to speak to the psychologist on hand. I had also appealed the denial via my pain management provider, not attorney, who had appealed on my behalf. I had already won on January 16th, yet, I never… never received those medications again. It is not possible that my provider wasn’t aware because it was appealed through the clinic with my signature. In addition, when I paid $30 for only 10 sheets of medical records, I found that it also states I work full time as a Graphic Designer. I wish that I was. I don’t work full time, in fact I’ve not worked any gainful employment in 15 years and I’ve never been employed as such. Accidents happen right? Oversights, assumptions? Idle mistakes? I did attend school in 2005 for a Corporate Publishing degree and I was nearly finished when I took a leave to have my first Spinal Cord Stimulator permanent implant, I returned 10 weeks later, yet I’ve not received that full diploma. It’s possible the Graphic Designer came from that, otherwise, there’s no other way. Understand why I tried to correct discrepancies? Fired! There are other mistakes. To set any record straight including the “record” I was never let go by my doctor, anesthesiologist/surgeon. He gave me a block only 3 weeks prior, and I did not ever see him after. My physician did not let me go. The P.A. did using his name. 12 years of a constant. I was a model patient in compliance and utilizing tools that I learned and have gone on to teach from the functional restoration program I completed in 2009. I cannot at this time reveal all, but I will. I’m trying to do it without destroying someone else’s retirement. Yet, how can we, any of us, teach patients to be their own best advocate if we can’t be? If we’re done the first time we ever disagree?

Today, I allowed my new doctors to increase my current 20 mg of Duloxetine that I only just started 5 weeks ago to increment up to 60. 60 mgs is the therapeutic dose to assist in nerve pain.

(Added July 31, 2016)

I’ve learned to not show pain behaviors and I’ve learned not to guard. I learned that the world doesn’t want to hear “chronic pain patient” and I learned that it was my responsibility to be a productive member of society, regardless. I fulfilled everything that someone else taught me and I did it well. I thought that maybe, just maybe, my own providers might be happy that I did this from what I had learned from them, but when I mentioned that I had succeeded somewhere, my records implied enough that the WC insurance company denied approving those medications.

To this day, I have no WC provider for my lower right CRPS extremity. Settled for lifetime medical in 2008. This includes, no physician coverage for maintaining my SCS. The new pain management cannot include that foot because it is another’s responsibility in care.

I’m still very much on my own with a part of me.

I’m back the best I can be. I may never be back to what was, yet I’m back to do all I can do for you because I’ve already been where many of you are heading, I’ve been there in each and most situations a patient can be, and I don’t ever want you to go where… there is no hope.

Hold on, really tight, and hope might be possible again.

TwinkleV @rsdcrpsfire #StrongerThanPain

#StrongerThanPain

 

(Edited to add and attempt to correct typo’s)

It Really Hurts to Hurt | Live On. Give On.

twinklev_onlygodcanjudgemeIt’s been a couple of days over a month since I came home from that hospital stay. I can’t say it’s gotten any better, in fact, worse in that I’m also now 6 days off of the very last medication that provided any relief and the only opioid based medication I was on in the first place. Let me back track to pre Hawaii and the honor I received by being a 2015 Bakken Invitation Award Honoree. I was already struggling harder that maintaining my average 7 (on the pain scale). I was to depart on January 13th. A week or about prior I knew or believed at the time that I couldn’t make that trip any longer. I made a non scheduled emergency appointment with my Pain Management provider, who attempted to help me. I had only been using BuTrans 5mcg/hour. I was increased to 10mcg/hour for 2 months. When my husband got me to the pharmacy, my 5 was ready. I put in the Rx for the 10 and didn’t pick up the already approved 5. Trying to always remain in compliance and thinking I was doing right by not picking up the 5, yet instead swapping it out for the new 10 backfired. (why would I try to get them both? I didn’t. That wasn’t the medical plan to have each of them.

I’ve been asked how Hawaii was and I’ll always say amazing due the achievements while living intractable pain that got me there. I never laid out in the sun, or made it to the beach, I never got to visit the cabana, or see the turtles. I went to Hawaii but didn’t get to “Hawaii”. My husband had the privilege to spend time on the beach on 2 occasions and have lunch with an agent of Medtronic. I didn’t.

Energy Pennies!

Each of us honorees were there for living with medical technology that had given us “extra life”. Extra life that let us give back selflessly and the ability to “Live On. Give On. I actually live with other forms of medical technology. An Auto Servo Ventilator by Philips that forces me to breathe when my brain shuts down the muscle that allow breathing in Central Apnea with Cheyne Stokes Respiration, and the Obstructive Apnea I have with it. Otherwise known as complex or mixed sleep apnea. I’ve had 2 clips holding me organs together. The injury that led to my CRPS over 15 years ago was a severe separation of my right foot, chip fractures, and tendon displacements. Either referred to as a mid-metatarsal separation or a Lis Franc fracture.

While my husband went to have lunch with the others, I was getting ready for my filmed interview. It was a hard day for me. That same morning was my Whale Watching Cruise. Each honoree was gifted an event of their choosing among a few choices. I chose the one that didn’t require any physical activity beyond getting to and from the location to each boat transfer for the cruise. I tried to walk the length of the beach upon arrival to get to the boat landing and I did! But in doing so, I set myself back. I had to use ADA beach wheel chair transport on the way back. When we all got back to the Hotel my interview was already waiting. The trip took longer over all. When we got back to our room, I had about 30 minutes to get ready and I used 10 or more of them to get off my legs and lay down. The clock was ticking, I had to change, and do something with my face. I didn’t wear makeup to the cruise. My husband headed for lunch and I got myself to the interview and back. It was that same night that we were having our awards reception. When I made it back to our room after the interview, I rested for an hour or so. My legs were burning so bad. My right side swollen and discolored, my left side could barely take it from carrying me. I had to do another change and get ready for the evening. Neither of the dresses I took was I able to wear due to the mass amount of swelling. I wore a blouse previously worn one other time. (Embarrassing but not everyone knew that I had). I’m not in many of the group photos because of inability, but I’m grateful for the photos I am apart of with a few special people that bonded in love, laughter, crying, and hope. Tanya, fellow honoree, Andrea, fellow honoree, Andrew, photography, Rich, Medtronic, Emelyne and Darren.

My BuTrans was picked up the day after returning home on the 18th. I attempted to refill Cymbalta and Zonegran on the 29th. The pharmacy said my doctor hadn’t responded to the fax request. In reality they had been denied by WC and I just hadn’t known it yet. I appealed via my PMD. Approved by another IME as being medically necessary February 16th. I still don’t have them.

2 months prior I had gone through similar delay of weeks, and before that. Always and abrupt discontinuation of either days, weeks or in this case nearly 2 months for 2 of them.

Can you imagine what it does to someone’s brain each time you go from something to nothing. What being on an SSNRI and anti seizure for over 10 years, yet coping through the adverse effects of on and off over and over again?
Can you imagine physical pain so bad that you aren’t just complaining or trying live anymore because you can’t? Can you imagine pain so visceral and crippling, you lose your mind?

I’ve known this pain before. It’s where all my piercing were born from. The diversion for pain to replace pain. I don’t often use the number 10 because 10 is meant to imply true inability to perform anything, the worse pain “imaginable”. Hospital bound, suicidal ideations, that’s 10. It’s not 11 or 20. It’s 10.

I don’t head for pills or opioid chase as some would like to believe we all do, my toxicology screens is and was negative for everything illicit, but it was positive for ethanol on Valentine’s day. I’ve been there before too, prior to ever getting into pain management in 2004. By the end of 2004, I woke up one day and didn’t drink again until 2012 and not to the point of intoxication and not again for another year. Gradually and after January 1st of 2015, I chose to drink when I wanted to, and not drink when I didn’t want to. January 1st was the denial and abrupt discontinuation of Klonopin 0.5, the reduction from 90 mg of Cymbalta to 30 and the denial of Lidoderm patches entirely as well.

The last 14 months have been a hell only certain people survive. I didn’t appeal those denials and reductions. It was the beginning of my decline in hope. I still had something left that couldn’t be taken and that was my Spinal Cord Stimulator which covers my lower back on down to my toes on each side.

Maybe you don’t like my politics or philosophies and maybe I don’t prefer your inaccuracies and errors in my medical records that I update each and every time I’m seen by anyone. Maybe you don’t prefer the thought provoking statements I make or consequences and responsibility topics I engage in.

That’s okay because I still respect your right to speak out against the pain you‘ve endured, perhaps you could afford me the same.

What good is the EMR (Electronic Medical Record) if it’s not used properly? In my recent hospitalization it showed I was on 11 medications, and I was injected with a medication potentially life threatening due to those errors which claimed I was still on a Benzo, BuTrans 5 and 10, Lidoderm, OIC med, Cymbalta and Zonegran.

I was only on BuTrans 10. The records only indicated a few of my diagnosis’ and left out important others. I’m not speaking of independent care or my PMD, I’m speaking of my primary health record. Dignity/Mercy Health.

The record shows that during that stay Morphine was prescribed, but denied.

Because of the medical record errors they gave me Cymbalta and Zonegran for 2 days which I had already been off for over 2 weeks. So when I got to come home I had to fall from it again.

As of now, I’m only on Lisinopril and Hydralazine for high Blood pressure. Atorvastatin for HC, and Nuvigil for sleep disorders.

Pain? You don’t know pain until you really want to live, but you pray to God to die.

And you don’t know pain until you’ve walked my shoes. Each and every worn out pair (not the ones you physically wear on your feet) but the shoes of life, struggle, being born with arthritis, PTSD x 3, DDD + Cervical, Diverticulosis (it is when flaring), CRPS 2, liver disease, reduced kidney function, female crap and all the others that would only take up space. Survival!

You don’t know pain until you keep doing for others to help them through, give them hope, change their lives, encourage them, love them, care-give when you can’t even care for yourself, yet you continue to put them before anything for you. I’ve been an advocate in one capacity or other for over 30 years and a writer for 40. I’m 48.

Friday evening it took over 2 hours to get myself out of the mind space I was in. That mind space that said go hit a wall, divert it, you know how. With the rest of me repeating to myself over and over #StrongerThanPain. “I’ll walk, when I cannot walk, I’ll carry myself, when I can’t carry myself, I’ll fly”

Late that night, my husband went and got me some generic Acetaminophen PM and another bottle of only Acetaminophen without sleep aid.

I’ll most likely never reach out again, but I’m thankful to Barby Ingle for when I did make it into a new day and I was able to talk a few her encouraging words assisted in the ongoing fight to live through it and with it, somehow. HOPE!

I’m thankful for technology and I’m grateful for those who humanize patients. Dr. Bakken, Dr. Duffy, and Susan Pueschel. I haven’t lost faith in my God, I’m losing faith in humanity.

As I said before, it’s all a Mirage, but I suppose it’s also part of the purpose.
PPP

I’m far from well, I can barely walk, my butt is bleeding, every part of me hurts not only from what I already had but from the injuries that occurred on Valentine’s day as well. A laceration/contusion of my head/forehead and face, deep contusions/sprains/strains/possible breaks of my hands/wrists, deep bruising arms, legs, back, butt. None of which documented at all. None of which are part of any record or care in those 2 days. Only my own/photos days later.

It doesn’t matter what caused it, how, or who.

Accuracy matters.

and…

#IHaveTheNerveToBeHeard

Godspeed!

First Week of February 2016 – And in Memory of Jim Ingle

 

My block helped nearly 2 weeks. I had the Lumbar Sympathetic Nerve block on January 28, 2016.  I had a reduction from a really hard 8 going in for the procedure to a 4 until a couple of days ago when it started creeping back up. L3 and L4 this time instead of L2 and L4. I was so grateful for this. That’s 40-50 percent of reduced symptoms. When I left to receive that amazing award my medication had been delayed yet again. I was a week without already. My block only covered my right lower extremity so 4 means only that which was blocked. I’m still working on a post to share the Bakken Invitation Award experience. I almost left it all behind and I almost didn’t make it through once there, but I did, and I did. The block eased the flare I left in and came home with, allowed extra midnight snacks for the man, dinners, cleaning, sharing, a little catching up. That really is everything it could have been. I don’t count what I didn’t get from the block, I consider each symptom I get relief from. That allows me an over all number, fairly. I tend to be conservative with the pain scale. The time it lasted wasn’t what my insurance wants to approve it again, but it lasted long enough that I could catch my breath again. Since many don’t want anyone on pain reliever, options are minimal for most of us. Not every option is available in every area and not every option is covered by insurance, therefor, we’re stuck in a trap. I’ve already fallen twice in the last couple of weeks. Staying up on my legs is becoming a another risk. I take so much Ibuprofen for inflammation no wonder my liver is a mess and I need to water my kidney’s in excess to keep them flushed due to diminished function. I didn’t get back on my medication until the 10th day and the night after returning.  Had I not been in a flare, or medication delayed, my block may have helped better. The body trying to recover itself from a sudden change and in a sense shock. The inflammation and swelling was horrible. I had my mouth repaired soon after my block. Still a process there. I didn’t have the grafting done even though the bone damage in my face is an issue, too. I fell asleep 4 times today, just worn. I’m charging my SCS right now, so that I can give me a nice goose me up and numb me down.

Movie time.

February 4, 2016

I fell asleep before posting last evening and woke to learn of a heartbreaking loss.

It is with great sadness that Mr. Jim Ingle, Barby Ingle ‘s dad passed away this morning. Without Mr. Ingle, the International Pain Foundation (Power of Pain) wouldn’t exist. He lost his battle waiting on a kidney transplant and other life saving procedures. He fought for himself to the last second, reaching his son’s home in his own vehicle, even after crashing it, where he passed away with his son and first responders before ever reaching the hospital. Mr. Ingle didn’t have a phone to call for his own help, the family was trying to have it replaced promptly which also never happened in time.

Photo is Mr. Ingle presenting the Melanie McDowell Award to Dale Lehn 2008 recipient.

The Power of Pain Foundation (International Pain Foundation) presents the Melanie McDowell Pain Awareness and Advocacy Award annually. The recipient is a pain patient or provider who has demonstrated outstanding commitment to assisting and advocating for people with neuropathy pain conditions. Nominations are solicited in the pain community for people who are making a significant contribution within the field of research, education, awareness, or patient assistance. http://powerofpain.org/mcdowell-advocacy-award/

My heart breaks for Barby, and her siblings, who also lost their mom last year. I’m so grateful that I’ve been apart of IPF POP long enough to have been on conference calls with the man himself. Godspeed Sir. Thank you for all you’ve given, all you’ve fought for and for starting this organization in honor of his daughter Barby and memory of Melanie.

 

Jim Ingle preseting the 1st Melanie McDowell Award to Dale Lehn 2008 2016-02-04

Mr. Jim Ingle presenting the Melanie McDowell Pain Awareness and Advocacy Award to Dale Lehn, 2008 recipient.

 

I don’t generally solicit donations, but in honor of the man who not only brought “Power of Pain” to my life via his daughter, but ours, he’s worth it.

http://powerofpain.org/donate-ipain/   A gift can be made in his memory and/or honor – Jim Ingle

Thank you!

Mid Metatarsal Separation | Lis Franc Separation

 

“Lisfranc joint injuries are rare, complex and often misdiagnosed. Typical signs and symptoms include pain, swelling and the inability to bear weight. Clinically, these injuries vary from mild sprains to fracture-dislocations. On physical examination, swelling is found primarily over the midfoot region. Pain is elicited with palpation along the tarsometatarsal articulations, and force applied to this area may elicit medial or lateral pain. Radiographs showing diastasis of the normal architecture confirm the presence of a severe sprain and possible dislocation. Negative standard and weight-bearing radiographs do not rule out a mild (grade I) or moderate (grade II) sprain. Reevaluation may be necessary if pain and swelling continue for 10 days after the injury. Proper treatment of a mild to moderate Lisfranc injury improves the chance of successful healing and reduces the likelihood of complications. Patients with fractures and fracture-dislocations should be referred for surgical management.

The Lisfranc joint, or tarsometatarsal articulation of the foot, is named for Jacques Lisfranc (1790–1847), a field surgeon in Napoleon’s army. Lisfranc described an amputation performed through this joint because of gangrene that developed after an injury incurred when a soldier fell off a horse with his foot caught in the stirrup.1,2 The incidence of Lisfranc joint fracture–dislocations is one case per 55,000 persons each year.2,3 Thus, these injuries account for fewer than 1 percent of all fractures.2,3 As many as 20 percent of Lisfranc joint injuries are missed on initial anteroposterior and oblique radiographs.2–4

Lisfranc joint fracture–dislocations and sprains can be caused by high-energy forces in motor vehicle crashes, industrial accidents and falls from high places.1–3 Occasionally, these injuries result from a less stressful mechanism, such as a twisting fall. Since Lisfranc joint fracture–dislocations and sprains carry a high risk of chronic secondary disability,2 physicians should maintain a high index of suspicion for these injuries in patients with foot injuries characterized by marked swelling, tarsometatarsal joint tenderness and the inability to bear weight.” Lisfranc Injury of the Foot: A Commonly Missed Diagnosis (Para 1, 2, 3) http://www.aafp.org/afp/1998/0701/p118.html

CRPSRSD Awareness Twinkle V. @rsdcrpsfire - R Foot Nov 10, 15_1

Twinkle V. CRPS 2 November 10, 2015 DOI 1/26/2001

From misdiagnosed to a hell ride I’m still on, I’ve managed to find a glimpse of heaven in it all because I do work with me so that I’m not a total disappointment on myself or society. A bit over a week ago I was banned from Facebook. I had to provide documentation of proof of identity to return. I could have declined, but I was in a tight spot having a group there. Facebook’s policy is that everyone is to use the name they are known as offline, on Facebook, so that others know who they are. Sure we might say well if I’m known as this or that I should be able to use this or that. I hope people stay off me now. I’m me and I’m tired of having to prove it. We all know how many incognito accounts are on there. How many fake names, symbolism. People who have more than 3 accounts of various sorts. I have one account, I’ve never had another. Ever! I’ve always used my name. Once I was blocked, I had to verify me before being allowed full account privileges again. I was temporarily granted access back once I sent the document.

I’m Twinkle, I’m verified, (and proven myself yet again) and I hope that now that I have, who ever reported me, and each of you who want to refer to me as something different will either leave me be or respect that I haven’t ask you the same, or violated your privacy, or attempted to humiliate you, but instead realize that your actions have impacts.

Perhaps I should ask for your identification online and in person.

Between the diagnosis’ obstacles, I still manage to put in a few hours a month volunteering because it’s important that we find consistent tasks and daily agendas. When I’m not doing those things, I’m inclined to spend time in creative arts, things that have nothing to do with chats, Facebook, or social media until which time I might either post to share or keep to myself for another day. I love music and words and I love pieces and parts of all of it. I know the time is coming I won’t be able to stay up on my own anymore. Doze off all day long because you have the excessive daytime sleepiness and narcoleptic episodes, but you don’t sleep at night because you have the complex apnea, your brain doesn’t even send the signal for you to breathe, and your machine forces you to breathe all night long. None of which counts the numerous times you wake too because your spine has deteriorated, your legs are CRPS crazy, your arms fail you, and you just want to get comfortable. You have at least 10 + other diagnosis (internal and organ) and refuse to be beaten!

Each time the foot reaches the ground, pain isn’t just pain, you’re immediately in your head (coping), no reason to whine or complain. It certainly isn’t a reason to want to use pain medication, but it’s the very reason I know pain, understand it, and feel it for others beyond what I knew prior. It’s the very reason I do what I do. Remove the survival, you remove the very reason for living. Only so much can be done solo.

So when I say I did that first near 9 months of intense PT just to have “learned” to walk again? Truth! When I say I push through it each day? Truth! When I say intractable, forever? Truth! The Lis Franc screw remained for 6 months before removal and rehabilitation. My journey hadn’t even started yet at that point. Even in the still, you have to use your mind to bring it down. Every day is ongoing physical rehabilitation with cognitive assists.

The only chance I had was the one I gave myself.

I think I’m doing pretty darned good for doing so darned bad.

 

Mid Metatarsal Separation/Lis Franc Separation

http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/footproblems/a/lisfranc.htm

Lisfranc Injury of the Foot: A Commonly Missed Diagnosis

http://www.aafp.org/afp/1998/0701/p118.html

Lisfranc Injuries

http://www.foothealthfacts.org/footankleinfo/lisfranc_injuries.htm

Complex Regional Pain Syndrome | Diagnosis using the Budapest Criteria – Specialist Pain Physio Clinics

The Budapest Criteria should now be used to diagnose Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS):

A: The patient has continuing pain which is disproportionate to the inciting event

B: The patient has at least one sign in two or more of the categories

C: The patient reports at least one symptom in three or more of the categories

D: No other diagnosis can better explain the signs and symptoms

Sensory: Allodynia (to light touch and/or temperature sensation and/or deep somatic pressure and/or joint movement) and/or hyperalgesia (to pinprick)

Vasomotor: Temperature asymmetry (more than 1 deg.) and/or skin colour changes and/or skin colour asymmetry

Sudomotor/oedema: Oedema and/or sweating changes and/or sweating asymmetry

Motor/trophic: Decreased range of motion and/or motor dysfunction (weakness, tremor, dystonia) and/or trophic changes (hair/nail/skin)

Signs – see or feel a problem

Symptoms – patient reports a problem

via Complex Regional Pain Syndrome | Diagnosis using the Budapest Criteria – Specialist Pain Physio Clinics.

 

Additionally –

Validation of proposed diagnostic criteria (the “Budapest Criteria”) for Complex Regional Pain Syndrome.

Shared previously

Ask the Expert: Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS)

Online Health Chat with Michael Stanton-Hicks, MD

April 30, 2014