Putting my brains on notice.
You may recall that a few months ago, my cat tried to kill me. Guess what? I am still suffering the consequences of calling my cat overweight and making fun of her butt. I have learned my lesson.
It seems that in the fall, I injured my bicep tendons, and according to my brand-new physical therapist, my neck holds untold amounts of tension (being both a chronic sloucher and a chronic typist) which means that I'm not getting enough circulation to the area to heal the damage. And lo, the inflammation, it has worsened, and this is why I scream whenever I have to lift my arms past my waist. This arm-lifting scenario seems to come up a lot, so that's why all the screams. Neighbors, do not call the police.
Today was my first p.t. appointment, and as I drove, cursing from the fucking pain (you see?), I told myself that I had to take whatever this therapist guy told me with a grain of salt.
This is all going to get a little complicated, but here's why:
When I was pregnant with Henry, I developed all manner of repetitive strain injuries. Within months of beginning a job that required a lot of writing, I had developed a stunning array of symptoms in my arms and hands. I suffered shooting pains down both arms, numbness and tingling, and every other RSI symptom I had ever heard about. Eventually I was diagnosed with carpal tunnel syndrome, cubital tunnel syndrome, and thoracic outlet syndrome, which is pretty much every kind of syndrome you can have, in the RSI world. My doctor told me I had the worst case he'd seen in twenty years. I totally won the RSI Olympics. Not only could I not go near a keyboard—I couldn't button a shirt. I could not clip my nails, use a can opener, or hold a bag of groceries. I couldn't hold a book open or a phone to my ear. I did everything the professionals told me to do, but it only got worse. I went on disability from my job. I took loads of medications (after I had Henry, of course) and applied strips of lidocaine patches to my arms. Every day I went to some kind of therapist or doctor. This went on for two years.
Then I read about John Sarno. John Sarno's argument (simplified) is that these type of pain syndromes are a load of hooey, that something else is going on, some kind of complicated internal rage that the mind doesn't want to deal with, so it has shut off oxygen in the affected area, creating pain as a distraction. I read one of his books, and people, I started to improve. Just like that. Then I stopped the medication, I stopped the therapy, and lo, I got better. Within six months I was fine.
Ever since then I have approached any new kind of chronic problem with skepticism, and it's always worked. Clearly my brain is out to get me, too, because I've had a bunch. Vertigo! Vision problems! More vertigo! Chronic bladder pain! And each time, I've re-read Sarno's book, I've asked myself what was really going on, and my brain has muttered, okay, you got me, and the condition disappeared.
Except this time, damn it, it's just not. I have tried and tried to use the Power of the Mind to get past this, and it is not working one tiny bit. So, I don't know, maybe I really do have an actual injury. It still sounds fishy to me—after three months, it still hurts? Really? It's not like I'm lifting boulders every day, and I'm not ancient; shouldn't my body recover by itself? And yet, despite my attempts to minimize and dismiss what I thought was my brains creating another weirdo syndrome, the pain has only gotten worse. So physical therapy it is, but I'm not happy about it.
And listen, brain, if you are fucking with me again, so help me. I have just about had it with you.










December 8, 2008
Reader Comments (47)
Perhaps the failure of mind over body in this case comes from the nature of the injury -- this injury to the biceps tendon was the result of a specific trauma and not an RSI, correct? Chronically poor biomechanics + acute injury seems like it could lead to 'chronic' pain.
Hope the PT or *something* works for you soon.
Just sayin....
I still have the Sarno books on my shelf and look at them longingly. I know I've got total rage issues, but for some reason acknowledging them didn't stop the pain.
See, old people take waaaaay longer to heal.
I had total arm numbness and agonizing pain when I was pregnant and then I had the baby and then I was all better.
I was swollen like a mofo. I think that was it. I never even went to the doctor for it, thanks to the internet telling me that when you swell up like a giant pregnant balloon you also get carpal tunnel and nothing can be done. I have lots of internal rage though so you are scaring me a little.
Your acupuncture story still haunts me so I will not suggest this nor any other alternative therapy.(I love acupuncture. You couldn't have gone to an acupuncturist trained in China, could you have? They know what they are doing. But God, I remember the horror you went through, there! So you'd be crazy to go back.)
It's called "The War of Art" by Steven Pressfield. The book is all about resistance and the ways we create resistance when we are embarking on something big, creative and fulfilling in our lives. He talks a lot about how our bodies manifest pain and sickness to keep us from achieving our goals.
Okay, maybe this bastard is totally physical, in which case, get thee to a doctor or acupuncturist or brain surgeon or whatever just in case, but going with the brain idea, maybe it is an even bigger block to a writing project that is even bigger than the others, more important to you, etc. Maybe you needed a lot of resistance to get you to back away from something you really want to accomplish or finish.
Oh, what the hell do I know? But I believe this mind over pain think works, too. Especially for artists and writers who are in their head with their neuroses and fears a lot.
No matter where it comes from, Alice, I hope you feel better soon!
Kim
For me, I tend to internalize stress and it comes out eventually in one kind of illness or another. Maybe that's what's going on with you.
I was suffering from unbelievable shoulder/arm pain for, like, two years. Tons of physical therapy. Couldn't raise my arm to reach for anything above mid-torso. Motion x-ray (taken after injecting a dye into my shoulder joint, which was done by first hitting me up with a series of successively deeper novocaine injections until they could slide the horse needle into my shoulder joint, which still hurt like a bitch), full battery of MRI scans.
I went to two different orthopedic surgeons, neither of whom could say definitively what was causing my pain, and both of whom suggested surgery nonetheless. Since I was already maniacal from the chronic pain to the point that I was ready to jam a steak knife into my own shoulder, I was ready to submit to surgery ... but decided to read Dr. Sarno's "Mindbody Prescription" first.
It cured me.
The pain returns sometimes ... and I know it's bullshit ... and then it goes away within a day or two.
EVERYONE should read this book.
I would recommend getting a massage from an experienced massage therapist and seeing a chiropractor in addition to your PT.
Too bad you were turned off of acupuncture. If you have a trusted friend who knows an excellent one, I would give it another try.
Breathe.
Get oxygen into all those tight places and your body (and your world) will begin to expand. It's life-saving.