Monday, 21 December 2015

L5 S1


I feel so distant from the pain that was within me earlier this year; both physically and emotionally.
It’s hard to believe it was only nine months ago when I questioned if I’d be able to walk “normally” again- without pain, without limping. I wasn’t very good at listening to my body and would struggle explaining to my GP and neurosurgeon, where the pain was, how it felt and the severity of the nerve pain. I work with universities helping to train medical students in communication, by pretending to be a patient. You’d think after years of talking injuries, accidents, unfortunate diagnosis’ and death, I’d have a handle on the pain scale structure and what information is required for history taking. Yet when it’s happening to you, well, what is real feels very different to what is not.
The medical team suggested I make pain notes. Pain is a strange thing, hard to control, hard to process and at times hard to heal.  I made a conscious effort not to let this pain be a vocal point in my life. 
“This is not going to become part of my identity,” I thought, so only in the margins of my diary I wrote out my pain in red pen:
2.3.15
+hurts
+hurts when I sleep
+hurts when I wake
+when I walk
+standing hurts
+bending down hurts
3.3.15
+same as the day before
+hurts when I cough
+after walking for a while I forget the pain
4.3.15
+a little better when I stood up this morning
+still hurts when I cough
5.3.15
+sore all day, filming all day  = standing all day
6.3.15
+hurts getting up
+cried at the physio
+hurt all day
+pain killers not helping
7.3.15
+hurt in the morning
+hurts holding things
+hurts to walk
+couldn’t pick up car keys off the ground
+new pills from GP
+getting older tomorrow
8.3.15 [#birthday]
+hurts when I sneeze
+hurts when I cough
+used heat patch
9.3.15
+left sign school early because of pain
10.3.15
+NO PAIN IN THE MORNING!!!
11.3.15
+woke in pain
+hurts when I cough
+got sent home from work
+cried on the floor

the following was a ‘to do’ list I had written at the time:
-sleep
-cry
-listen to records
-lay on the floor
-cry
-sleep
-walk
-repeat

I’m glad that I wrote these things out because I’d forgotten, not necessarily the effects but how it felt. It was terrible but I couldn’t be as thankful as I am right now, if I were not able to re-read what I’d gone through. I made a decision to take time and write the specifics about what I was going through at that time in my life and I’m glad I did.
It’s a process and I still have to be careful. Now there are days when I have no pain. I remember thinking “if you can’t feel your spine, it’s a good time”.  I’m hopeful that in time I will be closer to that point.
This morning I had physio-pilates at 7:20am on a pain scale where 1 is the least amount of pain I’ve experienced and 10 is the most; I would rate this mornings session at 2. Earlier this year I would say I’d hit a 10 for sure.
Throughout this year, even when I was on 4 different medications and my health needed to be a priority more than ever; I was still able to finish all my assignments and graduate sign school. I had my first composition performed live, I moved house, continued to work and support myself, drove a bus to Alice Spring, started taking piano lessons and got my taxes done. We are capable of some much more that we think we are.
To my GP, neurosurgeon, psychologist, physiotherapist x2, my sister and my dear friends; to whom without their support, the struggle would have been so much more real, I thank you.
So much has changed and I’m so thankful.

What did you learn?

  • -     Healing is a mystery; it can happen over time or can happen in a moment.
  • -       Writing is a great way to process what you’re going through.
  • -       Don’t let the biggest pain in your life be the biggest thing in your mind.
  • -       Sometimes really hard things happen and all you can control is your response to these things.
  • -       You need other people, you can’t do everything on your own.
  • -       One of the most important things in life are the choices that you make.

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