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As some of you know, I have a few medical issues..and sometimes answers are hard to come by. Either nobody wants to take the time to explain, or they just don't know. Not knowing is a horrible feeling, like constantly waiting for that axe to fall...
Yesterday I was sitting in the physical therapist office, and met one of the best therapists in the world..and not just for my physical problems. Let me back up a little to explain. Ever since I have been out of the ICU, my legs have been weak and in pain. Now the pain I knew pretty much where it was coming from..diabetic neuropathy (spelling). The weakness was somewhat from Cirrhosis, but it just didn't explain how weak my legs were. Nobody seemed to have any answers, or if they did..they sure was not sharing them with me.
As we were doing my assessment (this was my first physical therapy session, and I had to fight, claw, and beg to get this one) this doctor finally explained what was going on. The neuropathy was interfering with the signals to SOME of the muscles, causing them to be pretty much useless..and putting strain on the muscles that were responding. This was why they would buckle without explanation, get tired easy, and sometimes not respond at all (on bad days the signal just was not getting to any of my muscles through the neuropathy). The bad news is, I may be stuck with this the rest of my life. It may get worse, it may get better, but chances are it will never ever go away. Despite hearing that, at least I had ANSWERS. At least I know it is not all in my head. At least somebody had taken the time to sit and explain it to me.
This could easily be in sickbay or praise..because that therapist helped more then the physical aspect..they helped my mental aspect. Because thinking you are crazy, or imagining pain, or whatever..is a horrible horrible feeling.
Yesterday I was sitting in the physical therapist office, and met one of the best therapists in the world..and not just for my physical problems. Let me back up a little to explain. Ever since I have been out of the ICU, my legs have been weak and in pain. Now the pain I knew pretty much where it was coming from..diabetic neuropathy (spelling). The weakness was somewhat from Cirrhosis, but it just didn't explain how weak my legs were. Nobody seemed to have any answers, or if they did..they sure was not sharing them with me.
As we were doing my assessment (this was my first physical therapy session, and I had to fight, claw, and beg to get this one) this doctor finally explained what was going on. The neuropathy was interfering with the signals to SOME of the muscles, causing them to be pretty much useless..and putting strain on the muscles that were responding. This was why they would buckle without explanation, get tired easy, and sometimes not respond at all (on bad days the signal just was not getting to any of my muscles through the neuropathy). The bad news is, I may be stuck with this the rest of my life. It may get worse, it may get better, but chances are it will never ever go away. Despite hearing that, at least I had ANSWERS. At least I know it is not all in my head. At least somebody had taken the time to sit and explain it to me.
This could easily be in sickbay or praise..because that therapist helped more then the physical aspect..they helped my mental aspect. Because thinking you are crazy, or imagining pain, or whatever..is a horrible horrible feeling.
He is my Black Dragon (and yes, a good one) strong, protective, the guardian. I am his Silver Dragon, always by his side, shining for him, cherishing him.
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