I complained about Zanaflex saying I can’t stay awake and that I can’t tolerate this stuff, but I was violently reminded why this medication is part of my regimen. There is no justifiable reason for one’s body doing this stuff, for spasming so hard that panic sets in. Again, I looked around for someplace to run, for a way to get away from myself. I have to remember to breathe, to use my coping skills for pain management so as to help myself emotionally through the spasms and burning sensations.
Yesterday it was my left side that bound hard, let go, bound up then let go. The thing is, at one point it the muscle on my left side spasmed and held. I tried not to panic. I went to the room and got in a position that helps ease muscle spasms in that area. I put my feet on the wall in a bent knee position to get a good, deep stretch. Also on the wall are trigger point pads for my feet. Since my feet are sensitive I have to put them under the hanging quilt so the points are dulled just a bit. The position helps. It took about 10 min in that position to feel a difference. By then medication time rolled around and I could take more Zanaflex….and sleep off the horror. I wasn’t upset about sleeping, not this time.
CRSD is a violent, unrelenting, sadistic disease. I’m amazed at the different ways it can find to harm the human body and maim the mind. PTSD associated with medical trauma is no longer a new understanding for me.
It’s a different kind of world when photos of your feet on a padded wall becomes a photo op for a blog entry. I wasn’t in pain at the time of the photo.