Appreciation

Appreciation

So it’s been a while since I wrote in this, guess I have been busy figuring things out and I finally feel like it’s time to fully appreciate everything that I have. Especially all the important people in my life who have been there during my most recent situation in life with AMC.

It’s rare that you actually have the best support team of friends and family in this world where there is so much going on. I can truthfully say that I do, without their support, their effort to help me through the most difficult of experiences that literally almost had me checking out twice during the early stages of the process. The pain was that intense, that it mentally wore me down to the point of not even thinking of others anymore and seriously considering checking out, because I knew the pain would stop. Having the group of people around me during that time, constantly checking in on me, always letting me know they were there, even though I was so out of it on the planets strongest narcotics & opioids was an essential key.

My Mom had to see her son go through what even she said was up there for going through situations with AMC, although she said, since I went through it as an infant then I can survive it as an adult. Accept she liked me better then dealing with it then because I wasn’t as much a pain in the ass, mostly because I was an infant hahaha.

J & his entire family fully supported me during the entire process from the moment I noticed something wasn’t right in the elevator in Chicago with J, to where it has brought me now. Helping me through every hurdle from learning to deal with the intense pain I was in, to helping me escape the opioids & narcotics that had me trapped within my own head.

My roommate, Tom, at the time was the everyday person that saw me go from life at 100 miles an hour to barely being able to walk down the stairs. A saint by any means that’s for damn sure.

Reenee for being the key player in all of this that helped me get to the right Dr and actually find one that was confident enough to help me and did an amazing job, hence being able to type up this entry of appreciation.

Being there with me through each phase of it must not have been easy on anyone that saw me, or dealt with me and I am truly grateful for all of them. Each phase was a hurdle that I was sort is familiar with, just not as intense and certainly not my entire spine and it was about 30 yrs since I had been in a situation that difficult to pull out of.

The phases: ( or seven layers of hell, I like to refer them to)

1: The realization that something is drastically wrong, before any of the Drs even knew, having AMC, my physical awareness is ridiculously through the roof.

2: Going through the process s, upon tests, upon tests, then repeated tests, upon tests and still hold it together. Hailing the conversation in the beginning with my main Dr, that I didn’t want to go on pills, but the pain was so intense and after he saw my results he even said we will always use the lowest dosage but you are going to need something strong in order to help you through this because of your tolerance to pain and the fact that you are in so much pain it literally appears on your face, even when you laugh.

3: After months and months of tests, hearing from top spinal Drs, that their was nothing they could do, literally and almost giving up. I reached out to people who were involved with me younger years, they helped me get to the correct people because I was on intense mess, not by choice mind you, and was beginning to have difficulty seeing things clearly. Due to pain, the lack of finding help, the mess, my life quickly was deteriorating right in front of my eyes.

4: Coming to terms with the idea that surgery was my last and only hope, the pain was so intense that I was already set to checkout had it not worked. Having the last spinal injection procedure and literally telling them, they need to stop the pain because I couldn’t handle it anymore. They even left me in the room by myself with mess sitting out as if to test to see if I was junking out. I literally was in tears by the time they returned and when he said he was sending me back to the surgeon, I clearly remember saying “please tell him I don’t want to feel this anymore, I can’t take the pain any longer, that I don’t want to feel it at all even afterwards”

5: Having the surgery, now this was a place I was familiar with, the mental preparation of going back under that deeply for the 17th time was a massive undertaking to handle. I was more upset about possibly loosing memories, because whether people actually notice or not, it literally is the most difficult part for me, when coming back out (waking back up). I definitely notice it now, I’m not as sharpe as I was, I can literally almost feel the wheels turning sometimes before answering or showing a reaction. I will take that anyway over where I was.

6: Recovery, physically I’m perfectly fine with, I can be stretched, pulled, cracked, whatever that was not the problem. The problem was literally remembering relationships, this I absolutely lost. If I hadn’t seen or heard from you recently after surgery then I was very unaware of the relationship that we had before and upon seeing people again, it either clicked or I just went with it because I didn’t have much of a choice. There are people I totally do not remember and I have to explain to them why, because there have been a few that have seen me recently and I literally went blank. It’s not fun place to be, but I’m here and I’m back, so I can always explain things and create the connections again.

7: The final hell phase and one that not many can get through. Getting out of the mental trap f the medication, especially when you go through something so intense it requires the worlds strongest meds to help you through it. Once out though, it changes and it changes in such a way that I was literally trapped inside my mind. Watching me go through the motions, and literally not being able to control ANY of it is probably the most mentally scary place to ever be. Literally felt like I was inside those very old under water suites but I couldn’t control any of my actions, reactions, decisions, or lack there of. The only thing I had was control over my breathing and again having my Mom and J there to listen to me attempt to reach out through this suit, that I needed help because I felt trapped within my own head because the day before I was sitting in the living room and all four walls literally fell in on me like a house or cards falling down, Literally.

Finding Ann, my attorny who helped me get on SSD, because this has left me, physically not in the same shape I was before it all started. Having met her and knowing she was fully behind me in helping me get over this last real mental hurdle, once my mind was clear from all medications and accepting the fact that I cannot do things like I used to. Not an easy thing for me to accept, by any means. I always took a lot of pride in being able to do everything on my own. Now that simply is not the reality in my life and it took a lot but with her help, I am now able to move forward without the weight of that on my shoulders.

So that is my processing of this last experience, it’s not me complaining or reaching for a poor me type of thing, AT ALL. It’s simply what happens when my body is failing and the mentality it takes to fall that far and get back up again. With the support I had around me and the constant reaching out from friends & family far and near, I would not be here today to appreciate how much everyone means to me.

This entire procedure has literally changed my life, for the better, THAT however is another entry for another time, maybe. I may also just leave that where it is, behind me ūüėČ

This was to show my appreciation and gratitude for everyone in life and to show how much they truly mean to me.

Thank you,
~ Ted

Applying for Disability

If anyone has never required or needed to apply for Disability (SSI or SSD) then, may you never, have to feel the roller coaster of emotions that will certainly make you upset, piss you off, make you want to cut and run, or even throw in the towel. Understand this, NEVER GIVE IN!

Being that I was not one to ever lean on AMC or take advantage of a system that is designed to help those in need. Unlike (and this is a guess) say 90% of the population absolutely abuse and use the system. Which, by the way, caused someone like me, with a real genuine situation to have to fight, re-live every single detail over and over again as to why I am filing, have to file twice due to the lack of a proper attorney the first time through, find a real Attorney (MaddenTufanoLaw.com), re-live the entire situation all over again, fight some more, for 3 years. All while recovering, regaining, relearning, rebuilding, getting off some of the most deadliest medications on the planet and becoming stronger physically & mentally, while keeping my head afloat financially (robbing peter and f’ing paying paul) until the situation I am currently in is understood.

That I am in fact, not attempting to scam the system, that I in fact, require the services that our nation provides for those who can no longer fully work to the ability that they once did due to a symptom that I was born with (AMC), that I in fact had to mentally battle with & accept the fact that this is not going to get any better.

There is so much that I have learned over the past year, once I was clear headed from being off the medications, that I really don’t want to get into my details or trials and tribulations. I simply want you to understand that there are a few things that you need to know. It may help you better get a grasp on this process.

First, be prepared for the long haul, this will very rarely happen quickly, I have heard stories from people that have said theirs went through relatively smoothly and within 6 months. I have also heard Big-Foot was seen at Walmart buying flip-flops.

Second, find the correct Attorney, preferably one that understands the situation/condition that you are filing for. I found (MaddenTufanoLaw.com) through facebook groups for AMC, I highly recommend using every possible resource you can get your hands on these days and social media can help with this. THIS IS IMPORTANT, if they treat you like a number, dump them and find an attorney that treats you like a person. 

Third, know your condition inside and out, study it, research it, know it better then any Dr will and let’s be honest, if you have any form of AMC then you already do. But dig in deep and find your specific version or at very least, connect with ALL of the people who have seen you. Get in contact with them, ask them questions, ask them for help, explain your situation. It will give you a better understanding that yes, you in fact, do need to apply for this now, rather then later. Something I severely struggled with in the beginning.

Finally, once you get to the point of sitting down with the person doing the filing, don’t get snippy, be respectful (the person filing has heard it all, seen it all, and is only there to fully understand your reasoning for filing), stay calm, YES & NO become your answers, have ALL your paperwork in line (financials, medical, bills, places of previous employment, etc), and (THIS IS IMPORTANT) ask questions, close your mouth and listen.¬†

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~ Ted

Going To ER With AMC

So if anyone with AMC has ever had to go to the ER for ANY reason, you know exactly what that means.

‚ÄĘ You have what?
‚ÄĘ Can you spell that?
‚ÄĘ Hold on I’ll be back (while they go and look it up and realize there’s hardly any information out there).
‚ÄĘ Then return, and say ‘so tell me more about the condition you were born with’.

Then, after all of that, you might get to actually talk about why you are really there. Which by this point the expressions of “really don’t know how to treat you’ or ‘I am really afraid to touch you or attempt to treat you’ is very evident. Only to be HALF treated, because they are too un-educated about AMC and are naturally afraid to do ANYTHING. Which I totally get.

They never truly listen to you about what your saying, about your own body, which they can’t even find research on, well enough to think outside the box of the text-book treatment. Suddenly you are ALL text-book treatment and not an individual person (you get treated less then someone without AMC)¬†who requires¬†totally different types of treatment or to simply be heard because even though they are not familiar with AMC AT ALL, you receive less then basic treatment because you are not the Dr. You only have lived with the condition your entire life, have done more internal research then anyone should ever have to do about their own bodies. Yet when you tell them what you need, you get treated with attitude¬†because, god forbid, YOU actually know more about your own body then any medical book. Even better yet, get yes-ed to death and then get no consideration at all for what you just told them about what you needed and get still get the less than text-book treatment, then on your way.

It’s absolutely pathetic, aggravating¬†and annoying as hell to have to deal with specialists who:
‚ÄĘ Don’t listen because THEY are the Dr.
‚ÄĘ Can’t see past the obvious and realize you actually are a person who knows your body better then they or any text book they have ever read does.
‚ÄĘ Are not trying to be the ‘bossy’ patient by telling them what you need when you have to go to ER.
‚ÄĘ Then only to get told things like ‘yes we will make it work for you so it works with your body’ only to receive nothing but the textbook treatments, if your lucky and sent on your way.

This has recently happened to me AGAIN and has always happened, every single time I have ever gone to ANY ER. 

Aside from being in any sort of trouble or pain, getting passed ALL of that just to get to the main reason you are there is absolutely ridiculous.

Not sure what the answer is to all of that, or if any of the Drs/Nurses ever looked into AMC further after I left, but if you have a network of Ortho’s/Surgeons/PTs that DO know about this condition, I recommend you speak with them about whats going on. They are few and far between but they ARE out there.

Basically this was to inform those with AMC who have yet to go down the path of needing to go to ER. Those who have, may be able to relate, at least I hope so or I sound like a complete asshole, I can only speak from my own experiences. hahahaha

~ Ted

Life Inside Outside

Anyone that spent a lot of time growing up, going inside a hospital for extensive physical therapy, every time they grew, might relate to this, hence life inside and outside. My questions for those that can are: How did you manage to mentally prepare for going in and then going back out? Were you treated as if you had something wrong with you when you were inside going through PT and then once you were back out, where you were back to being treated like everyone else?

Aside from various surgeries/casts/recoveries from those procedures, every time I grew, I would tighten up. Which meant I needed to get stretched out and from the naked eye, some might think, damn that sounds like it would feel great and be relaxing in a way. Let me tell you, it was far from feeling great, and very far from relaxing.

An example of what I am talking about, say went I first started therapy my left leg could straighten to 55 degrees on my mown, my right 50. By the end of two weeks, my left could go to 10 degrees and my right to 5 from physical therapy. Now to get even a better understanding of what this means: say your legs both can straighten to 0 degress straight, we are now going to make them go 55 degrees further. Oh, and if it was during the school year, I also had to keep up with my school work, so that when I got back to class after two weeks in a hospital, I wasn’t behind. This is not a complaint or whining about what I did, it is strictly telling you the facts from my own perspective. It wasn’t just me knees though, it was my ankles, knees, hips, elbows, and hands, pretty much every joint was being stretched and pulled on.

Although I rarely let them do much with my hands, neither did my parents, being that I was able to draw and write so well, there was no need to force anything on my hands. They may look different then the usual but there is definite talent in them so why mess up a good thing. ūüėČ

So, after two weeks inside, i would go back outside, where i dealt with all the childhood issues everyone faces growing up. It was nice to get cards from classmates and such and I definitely believe that me being treated on the outside like there wasn’t anything wrong or different about me was a good thing. It did however play a messed up role on my behaviors though. It never really stuck as a kid though, mainly because I found solace and my own mental grounding in my artwork. In fine tuning my craft, being creative, and escaping into a mental space that wasn’t either inside or outside. It was mine.

I do believe however that it has made me slightly an odd person to hang out with at times. I am not usually the one to strike up random conversations, especially if something else is bothering me. This behavior has always sort of plagued me in a way and I can notice when it makes others uncomfortable, it’s just not uncomfortable for me and makes it some what difficult to explain. I do feel that it stems from going through all of that growing up and I can truly say that I never want to do that ever again. Like how I have heard people say, man I’d love to be a kid again, f$ck that, no thanks!

I didn’t really go into much detail of the procedures of extensive PT, mainly because then it begins to feel like I am complaining about it. Maybe thats just in my head, truthfully, without having gone through all of that ‘hell’ of PT, every time I grew, I may not be in such a good condition that I am in. Although aging and having joints and bones degenerate lately is not something I can control and probably could not have ever prepared for. Not sure who could actually. I can go into details if people want me to, just ask. I am not shy and will explain anything about any of my topics I write about in full detail if you want to read it. Feel free to ask me anything, anytime.

Get Involved, Teach, Share and Express

So I’m wondering what might cause anyone else with Arthrogryposis from getting involved and sharing their stories of living with this as adults? Is it fear? Shame? Lack of confidence in ones self? I want to hear from others living with this, because how else can we begin to bring true awareness to Arthrogryposis (AMC) if we don’t let go of any and all inhibitions about what others might say, think, or express about what we have to say.

Instead of going the road of wearing shirts that say things like “Take a photo, it lasts longer” or “What are you looking at?” I have seen these shirts and i do get it that they are being sarcastic, as I am with my name of this website. I also see it as a way for mainstream society to feel more comfortable with staring at us, because a joke is being made of it, so its cool, right? Well f#ck that, it shouldn’t be ok for anyone that doesn’t live with this to be able to act in that fashion. If I didn’t have Arthrogryposis then this entire website would be a complete messed up site for me to create.

Think about it, how do we honestly expect to learn, truly learn about our conditions if we can’t completely open up, online, for everyone to see. Especially ourselves, for us to converse back and fourth about what its like to actually be an adult with this and express or experiences, our techniques, our stories and they are not ALL bad or on the negative end of the spectrum. I just haven’t gotten to those topics yet.

So feel free to get involved here, and understand that anyone who does get involved that is judgemental, or mean, or plain out rude, will get removed. This is a place for us to learn without anyone elses interpretation but our own. No one here would ever tell you how you are supposed to feel, how you are supposed to do things, or express things. It is a free forum atmosphere.

So please get involved, encourage, educate, and share.

Thank you,
Ted Houser

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Our Lives Our Medical Records

I wonder why are our own medical records are held captive to us. Being that today you can literally find information about anything online, accept for your own medical records. I do not understand why anyone has to go through hoops upon hoops to get their own medical records. Has anyone else had issues trying to get your own medical records.

I could only speculate all of the BS reasons why we are not allowed our own medical records. To have them and send them where they need to be sent. To post them publicly, if we see fit to do so, after all, they are ours. Procedures upon procedures have been established to allow any and all medical records about us, be hidden and kept from our own eyes. Which I simply do not understand, at all. Maybe its because I do not see the ‘fort knox’ mentality of it? Maybe it’s because I strongly feel our medical records should be fully available to us all. Granted I shouldn’t be allowed to see anyone else’s but if I want to see my own, I should absolutely be allowed to do so.

I should also be allowed to make copies, send it to who ever I feel needs them and not be made to feel like it’s illegal to obtain. It’s my life and if I want to plaster it all over the place, then so be it. In this case I want to share all of mine to help others learn from what I went through and see if thats something they need or don’t need. It may even help guide parents in the appropriate way if they have a child with AMC.

Wouldn’t it benefit others with Arthrogryposis to be able to look up what others have gone through? What worked? What didn’t? Who they saw to get things accomplished? What Institutions are the best to go to? I do plan on making all of mine public knowledge, I first need to go through it all and black out places, names, etc. Because that sort of knowledge is not allowed to be shared, it is totally a ‘fort knox’ syndrome and should not be.

Does anyone out there feel the same?

Can anyone fully explain to me what the reasons are?

Truthfully, do these reasons even make sense?

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Being “Fixed” vs. Being Self Aware And Listened To

This is a touchy subject, on many levels, especially when it comes to Arthrogryposis and people¬†NOT living with it. This is a very important article for Doctors, Parents and anyone who deals with anyone else with Arthrogryposis and thinks they need to be “fixed” based simply off of how they might do things, or even worse off, how they ‘look’.

As I ¬†wrote in a previous article, what everyone needs to understand is that those of us with muscle control have learned how to do things our own way. Which to everyday people that may seem odd, strange or as if we need help all the time. Well, here’s a some insight, from my perspective, if I¬†need help I will ask. I first will try every technique I can do do something, like tying my shoes, taking off a shirt, etc. before asking for help because I know damn well I can do anything I put my mind to.

I had an issue once, when I was in my upper teens, I was learning how to clip my toe nails. As anyone knows, when you first learn to do this and clip them too short, or slightly off, they bleed, A LOT. Well I did that to my one toe, which happened to go under my big toe and the doctor at the time saw this. The shit literally hit the fan with them all, they were convinced my toe was always like that and went on this rant about how I needed to “fix” it with a surgery. Regardless of me explaining that I just clipped my toe nail wrong, that it will heal and it is never like that. Even at 17/18 yrs old I was ignored, apparently I didn’t know shit about my own body, so we went through with it.

I had the surgery, scheduled the appointment to have the pin removed from my toe after it was in there for 7 weeks. They wanted me to wait and see the doctor at the time again to go over it but at that point I had made up my mind as was finished with ALL of it. Because they had proven beyond a doubt that the direction they were going in was WRONG, “fixing” things that were not broken because they wanted to try a surgery to fix a toe, that went under my big toe, to see if it worked, was WRONG. Or even worse yet to treat someone, a human being, like they are not aware of their own bodies is WRONG. My toe, by the way, is worse then it was, still under my big toe and now the nail is all sorts of jacked up and is now really tricky to cut.

So I can not stress enough to Doctors and Parents out their dealing with kids with Arthrogryposis, that they need to clearly evaluate their situation and if that person is coherent enough and is aware of their situation, then they NEED to listen to them. If they are saying they do not want to be “fixed” then listen to them. If they are explaining any situation, about what ever it may be, that they are being told that part of their bodies need to be “fixed” and do not feel the same way, then LISTEN. Unless the Doctors are suggesting a procedure that will benefit them down the road, and not cosmetically, but actually help them remain a contributing person in society then, by all means pursue that. But this need/desire for Doctors/Parents/Society to “fix” a persons body, because it doesn’t ‘look’ like everyone elses, is wrong to do to people who live with it that way and don’t feel like it’s wrong.

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Under The Blade

From what I have been able to find and read about, people with Arthrogryposis have been under the blade up to¬†5-30+ times¬†and some still require many more due to previous surgeries alone. In this article I will share with you my experiences in as little detail as possible, lets be honest, even I don’t want to read all of that crap. I am sharing this in hopes to help anyone else put into perspective their own situation and hopefully generate a conversation through the comments sections.

I can truly say that without Dr. Cow, (whose name may be shortened, and even spelled wrong) I was a very young child when he was my doctor and without the way he handled every surgery with me, I don’t think I would have ever understood the procedures they were doing to me back then. He would get me all prepped, tell everyone to leave the room and then proceed to explain to me exactly what he was going to do. Mind you he didn’t leave out any details and we are talking to each other person to person. Not child to adult, or dumbing things down because i was so young, he knew me so well and made it a point to spend as much extra time with me to know that I damn well understood what was going on and was very aware of things. He would ask everyone to leave and then go over everything and at the end say tell me “here’s your options kiddo” 1. we can get you into surgery, and hope things turn out for the best, which I am confident they will OR 2. you can tell me you don’t feel comfortable with this and I will send you back to your room, and you will still get the yoyo. So what do you say kiddo, whats your move? Now he would do this before EVERY surgery and this was from the age of 3-7, from birth to the age of 7 I had had 16 surgeries, give or take. Ranging from various tendon releases under each knee, and the front of my hips to full out major surgeries to both feet (3 on each foot to be exact, to get them in front of me)

Aside from meeting Dr. Arlet (who recently did my spine surgery) Dr. Cow was the only doctor I ever trusted fully with my life. AS a child he was very aware that although there could have been a lot more procedures done, he went the route of, if its not fully broken, lets not fix it. My parents also played an important role in all of this, because had I received more surgeries then I have had it may not have been beneficial for me. So my point to these paragraphs about doctors is that finding the one that you feel fully confident with is the key to ALL of this. I can tell immediately if I can trust someone, or if they are even confident in themselves to handle my situations. Dr. Arlet has been the first surgical doctor that I have met since Dr. Cow that I would fully trust with my life and his team that works with him is astounding. Dana Randall is an amazing and trusting companion to have help me get through this recent ordeal and of course Maureen (Reenee) Donohoe PT, DPT, PCS from Dupont has been my staple from an early age.

The other point I wanted to make is that regardless of what surgery it is, there is a huge mental side of this that people rarely talk about and I feel it’s one of the most important aspects of going under. Figure by that point, dealing what ever has lead you to surgery is in the bag, but being fully mentally prepaired is crucial to how fast or slow you recover. For me it has always been some sort of a roller coaster of emotional trains of thought, that eventually end up me weighing in the pros and cons of what I am about to go through, and fully accepting both ends of them is important. It’s like taking a step back from yourself long enough to detach yourself to see both sides of the coin and and accepting which ever side faces up. An example of how I know I am all set, this recent surgery, Dr. Arlet came into the prep room and said “how are you feeling this morning?” Now, if i wasn’t on point I would have simply answered him, but because i was on point, my reply was “Better question, how are YOU feeling today, how I feel is compeletely irrelevant?”

The different types of Anesthesia, (click on the word to read more about them) local, regional, and general and I think its important for everyone to learn about them. I believe the only kind I have had is General, and I definitely notice the side affects to them I have been told by close friends they haven’t noticed a difference but I can honestly say after the last one. I notice internally that my response time is some what slowed, or lagged. It could also just be me ahahaha!

What are your thoughts, do you feel this article helped you? Did it raise questions you may not have thought of? Is anyone actually paying any attention to any of these articles? (ahahah)

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Medications vs. Nature – Pain Management

So this can be a touchy subject and not always an easy one to pin point. First off, everyone is totally different, what works for one, is not always what will work for another, regardless of any condition. There is also a wide range of tolerance for pain and which changes the spectrum in a huge way.

What are your suggestions between different medications, verse taking a natural remedy from physical pain? How many different things have you actually tried? What were the results and what are your recommendations?

For me, my tolerance for pain is extremely high, so when I am hurting more, over a longer period of time, then that usually means something is really wrong. The medications I have been on for everyday pain has been Tramadol, which I stopped taking because even that stopped working and frankly, if I want a Tic Tac, I’ll buy Tic Tacs. I have also tried medical marijuana, the lowest THC content with the highest CBD, which was very affective, the cost however is ridiculous and because its not fully legal, its not always the safest route. I am currently going to try a narcotic patch called fentanyl.

In severe times in my life I have tried specialists, such as: Reiki, Chiropractic, Sports Medical Drs, and Physical Therapy (PT). So I am a very open minded person when it comes to finding relief from pain.

I am constantly stretching, twisting, and cracking to keep my body loose and mostly because after being in any position for more then two hours, the pain becomes rather intense. To be fully honest I used to drink a lot, and by a lot I meant, it was cheaper, easier, quicker and legal to get and solve a major pain situation. This however, had many bad side affects on everything in my life, I can thank my spine situation and close family and friends for helping me see that. So now the pain is more relevant because I am not drinking everyday, and I am not taking pills due to the nasty side affects that I went through dealing with my spine surgery. Bottom line, over 9 months on dilaudid, is not a safe place to live and to come off of that, plus, oxycontin, and a stress medication was literally a living hell. Not something I ever want to go through again, ever!

Maybe if we all share our experiences and be fully honest here, we can find a solution that actually works and doesn’t duck-tape the issue of pain? At least thats my hope. I certainly don’t want to become the 102nd reason for duck-tape.

I have also always used meditation as a way to help relax my body and more so, my mind before procedures, PT, surgeries, or recoveries. It can greatly affect the healing processes that your body goes through. While keeping you centered mentally and able to keep a positive outlook during times when there isn’t much to be positive about. Now there are all sorts of different kinds, that can teach you their approaches. Mine has always been very simple, I use Transcendental Meditation. I put my self in places where I have been that have been the most relaxing places to me. I slowly bring my breathing down, slow and deep, in and out. As I begin to wash away all of my thoughts and concentrate on that place only, I eventually literally am there. Thats what works for me, again do the research, their are literally 100’s of different types of meditation, so try them until you find one that works. I’m always doing research to see if there’s a different technique that might work better. Being that life is constantly changing, growing and revolving, I believe so would my minds mental relaxation techniques.

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Shoes

What type or brand of shoes best work for you? How many different types of shoes, sneakers, boots have you tried? Have you tried lifts or inserts in your shoes (if you are on your toes, like I am)?

My feet have been fused 3 times each, to get them in front of me, so shoes that work well with them is not always an easy task. Being I am  still on my toes, I always needed to try and find something with a lift. I found Dr. Martens to work best for me, even though some say they are heavy, I would rather have soar legs from walking then soar feet any day.

When I was younger I did the research and found out those shoes were created by Klaus Märtens, the story goes that he injured his ankle on a skiing trip, that the standard army boots were too uncomfortable and created more comfortable boots with soft leather and an air-padded souls. I thought, well if it was good enough for that guy, they should be good enough for me. I have worn nothing but them ever since.

I will be trying out some new lifts in my sneakers. Hopefully the material being used these days is nothing like the dense, hard material used when I was a kid. Those lifts back then, caused even worse issues with my toes. They gave no resistance and did not mold to my feet at all. Instead they caused more stress on my ankles, knees, and hips. It is amazing how such a small adjustment can literally change everything from your toes up. I will let you all know how they work, what the benefits to them are, and what the benefits may not be. Stay tuned.

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