Beyond the Pain

I recently met with my new Pain Management Specialist.

It was 1 of those “good news, bad news’ sessions.

The good news?

After reviewing 30 years of my medical history, he discovered that there was “nothing wrong with me physically”.

YES, you heard that correctly!

YES, I have been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia Syndrome and Chronic Fatigue (CFIDS). So, how is possible that with so much muscle pain, so much exhaustion, there could be nothing wrong with my body?

It’s simple really.

Very recent research into the mechanism by which Fibromyalgia operates suggest that it is due to a dysfunction of the Central Nervous System (CNS). That means the problem is in the brain, not the body.

Therefore, as I understand it, the myriad of symptoms experienced by Fibromites are the result of CNS problems.

Here’s how that news has freed me up.

If there’s nothing wrong with my muscles — well, other than the fact that 14 months in bed have atrophied them to some degree — then there’s really nothing preventing me from doing stuff. Stuff like walking, hiking, running (except I don’t DO jogging), making love (except I don’t have a lover).

So, for the past 2 weeks, I’ve hiked my butt out of bed first thing in the morning. And, gone for a walk.

When I first started I could walk  for 1/2 an hour and travel 6 blocks. Now, I walk for an hour and travel 30 or more blocks. YIPPEE!

I’m pumped!

Morning walks have been an integral part of my Spiritual / Creative Practice. For it’s on these walks that I have the alone time I need to ponder, mull, and compost ideas. And, to dialogue with God Within Me.

Starting my day this way is critical because it gets me calm, centered, and focused on what’s important. And, because it connects me to Spirit.

I’ve noticed important improvements in my life. For example, on the weekend I drove to the foothills west of Calgary and hiked in the wind.  Why is that a big deal? Because normally — whatever normal is — wind provokes massive pain. And, it didn’t! YIPPEE!

What’s the bad news?

Tune in to the next post to see why the bad news is really good news.

MorningPages March 14, 2010 – March Madness

The warning to Julius Caesar, “Beware the Ides of March”, often comes to my mind, especially as March 15^th nears.

March seems to be a time pregnant with significance. I’m not sure if it is or not. Maybe it’s just that the events that happened in March are so much more memorable. Then, of course, there is the fact that March always used to herald, not only Spring, but the return of my hypomania.

I yearn for those easy days when I had Winter SAD and my down cycle only lasted 3 months. Oh, and when those down cycles only meant lethargy, carbo cravings, anhedonia, suicidal ideation, and crashingly deep depressions. Oh, to have those time back, when March meant the return of Robins chirping their mating calls, elevated moods, a literal Spring in my step, and the flooding, rushing tide of ideas and ambition.

Now, March is simply March. Well, maybe not.

This last week has been so fucking exhausting, confusing, an emotional roller coaster.

Then I remembered: the first half of March is, in fact, pregnant with significant dates.

March 8, 1985: My ‘failed’ attempt to kill myself by hanging.

March 6, 1986: Divorce court.

March 10, 1989: JT moves in with me, and our relationship goes to complete shit.

I’m sure there are other March events of significance, but these are all I remember today. And, certainly more than enough to evoke March Madness.

I look out the window as the sun strikes the windows of the downtown office towers and I am both grateful that I am alive and wishing that I were dead.

I forget who said that being able to hold 2 contrary thoughts in one’s brain was some kind of good thing, but I have long had this ‘wonderful’ ability to feel simultaneous optimistic-aliveness and death-wish pessimism.

It is like different parts of me want totally divergent outcomes. And, depending on which part is stronger: I am hopeful, touched with joy, and welcome the future. If, on the other hand, the dark one takes control: I am sad, defeated, crushed, and dread the next minute, hour, and day.

Such is March Madness: the ever eternal dance of Mood. Sometimes a languid Waltz, other times a fierce Tango. But never still, never silent, never calm.

And, now much worse. For a new companion has intruded on the Dance: Pain.

So, to the ebb and flow of Mood is now added the shifting sensation of Pain.

Sometimes crushing me in her embrace.

Sometimes burning with icy needles.

Sometimes both.

And, only occasionally quiet, still, silent: gone!

Beware the Ides of March!

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