I wanted to get written down, in some location, how the past number of days have been, physically speaking. Currently, my left hand is contending with small but consistent muscle spasms that make typing and focusing a bit more of a challenge; I'm using the Dragon software to speak/type. Sunday afternoon
The past several days have incorporated attacks, but not necessarily each day. Of more consequence, was the attack that hit Sunday afternoon and then the following two mornings. Sunday's attack was triggered by my helping out with the media team at our church on Sunday morning and likely the energy and effort that was involved in the rehearsal the night before that I attended as well. In fact, it's not correct to state that my volunteering and helping in worship triggered the attack, it is better to say that the attack is a result of the energy and stress that were involved over a period of hours Sunday morning, but all that having been said, I count myself as blessed to have been invited to out and to have had the energy and stamina to be able to sit in a media tech booth again after four years of an activity. It was exciting to do but it came with a price, and that's okay. I would rather have done something and pay the price then to have done nothing and waited out to see if that too might have a price tag....
I was aware when we were leaving the parking lot at church on Sunday, that I was going to be in for a ride. Missy helped me walk inside from the Van into the house where I ended up being down for the next several hours. I woke up in time to eat something for dinner getting upstairs to bed and then off to sleep. When I woke up Monday morning, my right arm, shoulder and hand were paralyzed; I couldn't move them in any manner though I could feel them. That was the first time in a very long time where I was reminded what it feels like to feel helpless. CC stayed home with me and took care of me and by late afternoon we were able to get me up and walking though I still could not use my right arm for much of anything. That night I went to bed in hopes that things would be far better the following day, but when I woke up Tuesday morning, my right arm was three quarters paralyzed, but at least it was not completely useless. I was able to get out of bed and keep myself mobile. My cousin came over and picked me up and took me to my physical therapy appointment with Mark and, though getting into a facedown lying position on the table is very difficult to do without the use of one of your hands/arms, I accomplished that and the appointment went fine without triggering any issues. As a matter of fact, Mark was able to massage and stretch my right arm and shoulder, which I thought was going to be probably impossible. If I understood correctly, the issue comes in mind trying to control the muscles and make them do what I want them to do; Mark was able to move my arm around and stretch it and massage it because I did not try to control it but just let him move it around. When I tried to move the arm it was a whole different deal. What's the end result? I left the appointment without having another attack triggered and without my right arm becoming more sore than it was when I went in. I did end up being down for the better part of the rest of the day and using pain meds to manage what were becoming more sore muscles than previously anticipated; I hate losing out on my days and evenings but I also know sometimes that's just how it has to be because I'm not a lot of fun to be around when my pain level is up anyway. Kind of lose -- lose scenario.
I've also noticed that I've been very, very tired the last five or seven days which I think is because of not sleeping so well. Here's to hoping in returning to a normal and productive sleep pattern.
Time to close out now and take a nap for a little bit; I've been invited to take part in a PPA conference call this afternoon, so I need my wits about me for that time.
Until later, peace.
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