I had run out of strategies. The anti-inflammatory medication I had been pumping for months, increased significantly during my recent gallbladder challenges, seemed to have eaten a hole in my stomach and was responsible for much of the very dramatic pain I suffered in conjunction with the gallbladder discomfort. I am no longer willing to go down that road so I have had to limit my usage to when the pain is so unpleasant that I can barely use the hand, but I must be sure to swallow only a single pill with a bite to eat. Besides, the relief offered is minimal now. I have an appointment with my GP in a few days to discuss conventional treatment for what I am assuming is no longer just an arthritic digit. I am speculating that this could be related to the broken right wrist I suffered four years ago since this problem arose shortly thereafter and has gradually worsened, whereas the minor arthritis in the rest of my fingers is stable and barely painful at all. It also coincided with the unraveling of our lives in 2009 when Michael's condition changed so drastically and two family deaths occurred, but I am not certain how much impact stress has on such a condition. I am now even prepared to undergo cortisone shots if that is all that will allay this pain. On a bad day I imagine amputation might not be such a bad idea, though I suspect I might have a hard time convincing any doctor to comply with that wish.
In a last ditch effort before anything drastic I decided I had nothing to lose with acupuncture. I had tried many other alternative treatments, including homeopathy and the standard glucosamine/chondroitin/MSM concoction, but all with limited to no success. One friend suggested wryly that perhaps I just hadn't used that expressive finger enough in my life and it was time to change. I can report that no matter how much satisfaction that might afford, it hasn't alleviated the pain.
The therapist is an earnest middle-aged woman who provided me with a thirteen page questionnaire to complete before my first appointment: Family history, menstrual/menopausal, sexual (On a scale of one to ten how would you rate your feelings about sex, ten being excellent? My response: If I had a sex life then my response would be a resounding ten) and pregnancy details, even stress levels and emotional health to which I responded "coping well under duress." She determined through careful observation of my tongue and the ominous beeps from a mysterious gadget to measure electrical circuitry she applied to various points on my body that I did, in fact, have discomfort in my right hand, that I had liver, gallbladder (there isn't one) and pancreas issues as well as lower intestine, and my grief and anxiety measure was high. Whose isn't? I was trying hard to swallow my skepticism.
After describing to me the procedure of strategically placing needles into various points all over my body, first in the front, then on my back, she began. I was amazed how painless the insertion of dozens of needles was, even the four she put around the highly sensitive knuckle. I had to lie very still for over an hour, a challenge for me, only moving to roll over to do the back. To move a muscle sent rippling pain; I was pinned to the table. An extraordinary heat rose up to my face, and an overwhelming sense of relaxation made me resolve that no matter what the results, this feeling alone was worth a return visit.
My therapist advised me not to engage in any strenuous activity for the rest of the day which I don't think would have been possible given the lead that seemed to have infused my limbs. I simply curled up on the couch at home and rested my very heavy arm. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, more as if my arm was taking control, rebelling and refusing to get up off the couch to work. My body was overriding my usual restlessness.
Over the next few days my finger was still as stiff and swollen as before but the pain had subsided, a feeling akin to the effects of the anti-inflammatory medication when it worked. The difference was the length of time, the acupuncture relief lasting about four days compared to just a few hours on the medication if I was lucky. I have now had three appointments and the results remain the same for my finger, very modestly successful.
But the most surprising results were completely unexpected. The menopausal hot flashes that had been plaguing me every two hours through the night and had forced me to strip down at embarrassing moments during the day, all but disappeared over the first four days after the initial treatment. As well, all the lingering digestive complaints I had after the gallbladder surgery vanished too. These results have been constant and sustained. A huge relief.
Having perfected my emotional survival instincts over the years by pushing everything down beneath a hard shell, I was less prepared for another possible effect of this human pincushion technique. I began to see my hot flashes metaphorically, as suppressed emotions steaming beneath the surface. As they cooled and condensed with the treatments, the tears began to flow and hidden hot anger was pushed out over the weeks. A surging despair and loneliness were washed away with the waters, a necessary purging.
I will return for more treatments for the foreseeable future. I don't know if my finger will improve beyond the moderate pain relief but already my quality of life has improved with increased sleep and general well-being, essential for survival in this job of caregiving. In the meantime my doctor can investigate other strategies if they exist.
*Acupuncture chart from the Ming Dynasty: The Pericardium Meridian of Hand-Jueyin
After describing to me the procedure of strategically placing needles into various points all over my body, first in the front, then on my back, she began. I was amazed how painless the insertion of dozens of needles was, even the four she put around the highly sensitive knuckle. I had to lie very still for over an hour, a challenge for me, only moving to roll over to do the back. To move a muscle sent rippling pain; I was pinned to the table. An extraordinary heat rose up to my face, and an overwhelming sense of relaxation made me resolve that no matter what the results, this feeling alone was worth a return visit.
My therapist advised me not to engage in any strenuous activity for the rest of the day which I don't think would have been possible given the lead that seemed to have infused my limbs. I simply curled up on the couch at home and rested my very heavy arm. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, more as if my arm was taking control, rebelling and refusing to get up off the couch to work. My body was overriding my usual restlessness.
Over the next few days my finger was still as stiff and swollen as before but the pain had subsided, a feeling akin to the effects of the anti-inflammatory medication when it worked. The difference was the length of time, the acupuncture relief lasting about four days compared to just a few hours on the medication if I was lucky. I have now had three appointments and the results remain the same for my finger, very modestly successful.
But the most surprising results were completely unexpected. The menopausal hot flashes that had been plaguing me every two hours through the night and had forced me to strip down at embarrassing moments during the day, all but disappeared over the first four days after the initial treatment. As well, all the lingering digestive complaints I had after the gallbladder surgery vanished too. These results have been constant and sustained. A huge relief.
Having perfected my emotional survival instincts over the years by pushing everything down beneath a hard shell, I was less prepared for another possible effect of this human pincushion technique. I began to see my hot flashes metaphorically, as suppressed emotions steaming beneath the surface. As they cooled and condensed with the treatments, the tears began to flow and hidden hot anger was pushed out over the weeks. A surging despair and loneliness were washed away with the waters, a necessary purging.
I will return for more treatments for the foreseeable future. I don't know if my finger will improve beyond the moderate pain relief but already my quality of life has improved with increased sleep and general well-being, essential for survival in this job of caregiving. In the meantime my doctor can investigate other strategies if they exist.
*Acupuncture chart from the Ming Dynasty: The Pericardium Meridian of Hand-Jueyin
Fascinating. I have heard of acupuncture for treating Parkinson's as well, but insurance here in the States probably would not pay for it. I am very happy that you are getting results, both intended and unintended!
ReplyDeleteI should have included a paragraph on Michael's experience with acupuncture in the early years of PD just after he was diagnosed in 1994. In a desperate effort to change things he underwent about three months of intensive acupuncture treatment before agreeing to go on the medication. It had absolutely no effect on the disease. Like me, though, he had a few unintended benefits. He has not had any further acupuncture treatments since then. Like everything it is limited in its scope.
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