Updates and excuses PART III: The Name Game...

The name of Pain may be CRPS, but it doesn't automatically mean that any and all other unexplained pain would always be CRPS too. Logically, we could reason it as follows:

a) CRPS can spread beyond the original site in some people; (true)
b) I have CRPS in my arm and new Pain in my legs - my Pain has spread beyond the original site;
 THEREFORE - These new Pain symptoms in my legs must be CRPS (logically true but it is based on the assumption that there are no other causes to Pain)

It is an easy assumption to make, but to rely on this assumption would be dangerous without evidence. What if there was a life-threatening problem that ends up ignored because it mimics symptoms of a condition you have already? You can see the danger. It's such an easy one that even I made it. Granted, it felt very similar. This new Pain was largely untouched by pain medication. I slept without covers on my legs because it was too painful, and showers were becoming more uncomfortable - and dangerous until I got a shower stool. I started wearing lots of skirts and stockings instead of my usual jeans, and was thankful that it was coming into summertime. I wished I could go barefoot in public without fear of stepping in glass, dog shit or being impaled through the foot with a stiletto! Being touched was enough to send me through the roof, and my usually sparsely-haired legs took on a more hirsute hippie vibe. This was rather annoying, especially with the very pale skin tone (I never had much colour variation, not being fully caucasian I don't even turn a proper red when sunburnt), it stood out even more. I couldn't do a sugar wax or even run a razor over my hypersensitive skin. Yes, Pain and disability, and yet we still have time to be vain! Actually, it's not all about vanity. I discovered with my arms years ago the exact reason we as a species used to be more hairy - because each one of those hairs can pick up and read sensation from our environment. Each hair follicle could pick up minute changes in the same way as cats' whiskers, or the way insects detect movement close by. For me, each one of those hairs were made of tiny fire ants, biting the living blazes out of my legs while they were crushing them to a pulp from every dimensions!

It sure felt like CRPS!

Looking out for a new outlook - new year, the dawn of change...

New year is one of my favourite days of the year. It's the day of resolutions, of dreaming of what the future will bring. Of hoping that this year will top the last. Usually I don't do much at midnight, but my favourite thing is getting up at the crack of dawn to drive to the beach with my mother in Australia. We stand there in the the semi-light, watching the sky get brighter and brighter. All of a sudden, a sharp shard of sunlight would break over the mountain and paint the ocean in shades of orange and yellow. 

Getting up for the first sunrise of the year was always something special with Mum. We love the beach, and to see the very first time the sun graced the new year; before it hit anywhere else in the world (well, apart from New Zealand and the other Pacific Islands on our side of the date line!). It always brought me a lot of hope for what the new year would bring. Of course, sometimes the new year brought in more difficulties. Nonetheless, I always had a small wish for the pain to go away; that maybe this year would bring remission from my symptoms and less pain. That has never happened. However, from the sunrise of 2011; it brought with it a big change in my attitude. Passing my 10 year mark really changed how I viewed my life.

10 years was a huge hurdle. Once I reached that; I knew that life would never be so difficult as it was during the first decade. I know myself a lot better now; I see how far I have come. I've done more things than I could have ever dreamed of. I know my condition much better than anyone, doctors included. I am finally in control - not of the pain, but of how I manage it - I am in control of my life!