Bad Hair Day

I don’t know if the long day  just took its toll, or if the nurse used some caustic cleaning agent, or if the mushy peas on my fish and chips supper were to blame, but I didn’t sleep last night.  The itching from the new dressing was awful, the surgical pain was worse and the damp was aggravating my nerve pain.  At 5am I could be found, much to Samson’s disgust, drinking tea, reading the paper and listening to Vanessa Feltz – I know!!  Sam’s expression said it all.  So today I have felt very like I remember after I returned home from a night shift.

The surgical pain is starting to settle – shame it has to start again next week.  Another definite downside to a longer trial is that the time being unable to bath or shower increases and today my head was starting to itch.  What is a girl to do on a bad hair day?  I couldn’t bend over a bath tub, so my lovely friend and hairdresser Bev came to the rescue with a wash and blow dry at her house.  It wasn’t easy positioning myself at the hairdresser’s basin, but I tried really hard to use some of the coping techniques learnt on the course and as usual Bev made me look, or my hair at least, a million dollars.

I think that I’m getting to grips with the Stim controller and have found which levels suit me.  We are instructed with this particular stimulator to alternate between 2 hours on and 2 hours switched off, and then to switch it off at night.  I will write a “page” detailing how the stimulator works and some more technical info.  However when we left the house yesterday, the boys were in the kitchen discussing what would happen if they were to connect their poor old mum to the transformers for the kitchen lights.  This really would give me a bad hair day! download (4) The last words I heard as we were leaving were “how quickly would that fry the brain?”.

NOTE TO SELF: do not leave controllers anyway near UCL electronic engineering student son!  We won’t have heard the last of this!

Rain, rain, go away

The journey to St Thomas’ hospital was appalling.  Take school pickup, add a huge downpour of rain and it makes for one almighty traffic jam on every major artery into the capital.  I wasn’t actually sure what this follow up was for and who I would see – after all the letter telling me my appointment was 4pm on Wednesday only arrived at 4pm on Tuesday!

Fortunately we were able to park – the parking for blue badge holders is free at both St Thomas’ and in the NCP at Guys’ – and I was greeted by one of the nurses who had helped on the pain course in May.  She took my dressing down, the routine swabs for infection were taken at the wound sites and the area was redressed.  Apparently the art work that Mr P had drawn last week will not wash off……I had wondered if that was a permanent marker that he was waving around in theatre!  The appointment was in 2 parts, as I then needed to see the neuromodulation Clinical Nurse specialist (CNS) and a doctor.  Steph, the CNS, had run a session for us at the friends and family afternoon, so it was nice to see another familiar faces.  She had various assessments to make regarding my progress, including pain scores, coverage of my pain area by the stimulator, sleep patterns and how I felt about the success of the stimulator at that moment.

Various people have said to me that surely everyone will say that they have had great benefit, even if it isn’t the 70% reduction in pain required!  The team are able to use a computer to “talk” to the electronics that are in the external power source implanted for the trial, and this gives them a reading of your usage, timings, the power level used.  There can be no secrets!!  So Steph “talked” to my device, but not before saying that she appreciated it really was still very early days as I am still recovering from the surgery on Friday.  I think that yesterday was the first day that I felt the surgical pain  easing.  The plan is now to continue with the trial and I will return to St Thomas’ next Wednesday, with a view to having the next stage of the surgery at Guys’ on next Thursday or Friday.  Fingers crossed that the swabs are clear as any sign of infection will require removal of the tunnelled electrode, as the risk to the spinal cord and thus brain is too great.  Surgery is required for both continuation to full implant or removal if the trial is deemed unsuccessful, so either way I have another post op recovery to look forward to.

We left the clinic at 5.45, the heavens opened and we really could have done with wellie boots to retrieve the car.  The boys had been left at home in charge of cooking dinner – no comment! – so rather than sit in traffic again we parked up outside the Royal Festival Hall and braved the elements to seek out a restaurant on the South Bank.  It was hard to believe that just 10 days ago we had been on the beach in Bournemouth,  for the rain was lashing against the canopies and it was difficult to see through the river mist to the opposite bank.  By the time we arrived home last night I was shattered and felt like I had been hit by a bus.  The journey was fine – just don’t get me going on some of the daft things & risks certain London cyclists take – but R&R was desperately required!

6 Hours Straight!

I slept for 6 hours straight last night! My pain buddies will appreciate just what a huge deal this is.

When we were on the 2 week inpatient programme earlier this year, we very quickly discovered that everyone in the group suffered from sleep deprivation.  The effects of lack of sleep combined with constant pain are draining and far reaching. Have you noticed how everything seems so much worse in the early hours of the morning?  Every one of us struggled to be in our clinic room at the start of each day, but we all understood the tremendous effort required. I have seen the looks when I try to explain that I’m unable to make commitments first thing in the morning: never able to predict when I will be up all night and then waiting for medication to start to kick in.  When one of our number at Tommy’s managed to crawl down one morning, but had not slept and was in too much pain to even change out of her pyjamas, we all got it.  Most people don’t and that is just the way it is.

I managed a visit to my parents house this morning to see my godmother for her birthday.  The timing tied in nicely with my son’s driving lesson, so I suggested that he drop me off. After all it is only up the road.  The response was that it would take the whole lesson just to get me in and out of the car.  Fair point, I guess, as the car is a mini!  Whilst the surgical pain was quite severe this morning, as I believe I didn’t move during that 6 hours, a dose of paracetamol helped to ease the feelings and thus I let the stimulator take on the cold and wet weather

Cold, damp conditions are always bad for me, increasing both the back and leg pain.  So I have had my Medtronic Stim on for longer periods,at about number 4,doing battle for most of the day – and winning! The relief to be able to squash the pain to something that I can cope with is a very emotional experience.  Another friend has already had the full implant and says the same thing, that after years of pain the touch of a button could be the beginning of something new.

Apparently I return to St Thomas’ tomorrow for a follow up! A letter arrived this afternoon – good job the post wasn’t as late as it often is.  It all feels quite speedy, but equally I’m eager to have a plan for the next stage of the procedure as it feels like life is on hold for the foreseeable future.

Thanks, Tina, from Pain Support for agreeing to share your experience here. I will add a page with some information about neuromodulation, the St Thomas’ programme, the different trials, devices etc over the next few days.  Meanwhile fingers crossed for another 6 hours, or maybe even 7!

Dog Hairs!

The problem with us nurses, so I’m told, is that we make awful patients.  We are excellent at giving out care advice – do rest, do drink plenty of water, do keep moving your legs, don’t sit in pain and try to be brave etc etc – but not always so good at taking it.  I think it is the need to continue to be in control, the difficulty in accepting someone else doing your job for you, the loss of independence.  But sometimes it just boils down to a teenage son having a completely different set of priorities to you!!

My instructions have been fairly straightforward – rest, gently start to mobilise and try to live as normally as possible during the trial without overstretching, bending, lifting.  Anything that might dislodge the leads from their position against my spinal cord is a no, no.  So vacuuming on day 3 is out!  I am really struggling with the fact that I seem to be the only one in the house who can see dog hairs.  Those of you who know us will also know, and have heard, our special needs pooch Samson – perhaps best described as a shaggy black mess. 2007-11-24 20.44.00 Of course it is generally assumed that those house goblins normally vacuum up after our hairy boy, along with putting on laundry, ironing and a great list of tasks.  So imagine my son’s surprise when he found himself at the end of a hoover today when his mother became hysterical and threatened to undo all the surgeon’s good work because she could no longer stand the mess!!

I continue to feel benefit from the stimulator for my leg pain, but equally when it is switched on I do think that at the moment it may be increasing the itching around the wound site. Tricky!

I have been in touch today with a wonderful lady, Jan Sadler, who set up and runs a great website http://www.painsupport.co.uk. She sends out monthly newsletters, moderates a variety of pain related forums and gives us members the opportunity to make contact and become pain buddies.  Her wisdom and personal experience has seen me through some very difficult times over the last couple of years and the website is full of comments bearing testimony to the fantastic work that she does.  I remember very clearly about a year ago a fellow member, Tina, undergoing a spinal cord stimulator trial and writing a piece which Jan published.  I cried when I read it because this lady could have been describing me – her thoughts, her feelings, even the fact that she had been a nurse in a former life.  My last surgery, a revision of spinal fusion, had failed to ease the pain and I knew that the only course of action left open to me was a referral to St Thomas’ for neuromodulation.  Tina’s words offered me hope and an expectation, but also gave me something to give to my family and to be able to say “that is me and this is how I am feeling”.  So I am delighted that Jan has added a link to my blog on the forum, in the hope that someone else who is looking for information, reassurance or just some kinship might find this helpful.

Great North run……there’s always next year

When I climbed into bed Sat, I turned the stimulator up, felt the now more familiar electrical pulses rush down my side and into my foot and felt sure I was about to give John Travolta a run for his money on the Nightfever dance floor.  During our course, we were told that we must not sleep with the device on, so after 30 minutes off it went – and I slept. I’m not sure if I was just so exhausted, but sleep in chunks longer than 2 hours is something that has eluded me for some time now.p

Watching first David Weir, and then Mo Farah win the Great North Run this morning generated the usual quips around the breakfast bar – your turn next year, etc.  There are always so many inspiring stories that I do feel guilty for making a fuss and not getting on with it.  But it just isn’t as simple as gritting your teeth, grinning and bearing it.  So I have started to write some pages about Living with Chronic pain – to be found at the top of the blog header.

I have pottered about the house today, alternating between sitting and standing as I can’t bear for anything to touch certain areas of my back.  It is extremely sore, but worse still is the incredible itching from the sticky dressings.  I can’t even use a knitting needle like I would with a plaster cast. IT IS DRIVING ME INSANE…….image

I am hoping that I might have some sort of follow up from the hospital tomorrow (Monday) to tell me when I need to return, as it feels like life is on hold.  The consultant probably wants to speak to the urologists first though, as he has something else in mind for me…….

More on that tomorrow as it is very late, the Stim has been turned up and it is now time to turn off and hopefully sleep!

Day 1 R&R

The procedure was one of the strangest experiences – and lets face it, I’ve had a few ops over the years.  The first difficulty came when the operating department assistant (ODA) asked me to jump up onto the operating table – and then lie on my stomach.  A near Olympic feat for someone with back pain, a dodgy leg and foot drop!!  The consultant allowed me to choose which type of trial I opted for – explanations later! – and so began the placing of tunneled electrode leads into my back with arrows drawn in marker pen.  I was asleep for the actual placing of the leads and then woken up to assess if the electrodes were in the correct area of the spinal cord nerves –

“can you feel that, Claire?”

“No…” still feeling very groggy

“How about now?” to an immediate pulse of the strongest pins and needles you have ever felt.

“Yes, but it is in my stomach and around my ribs” Fully awake now!

“Think we need to change something here, team!”

And so the currents to the various electrodes were played with until the feeling was covering my leg, my foot and my back.  I even have some coverage in my good leg and this is with just one lead.  For those of us who have been patients on the St Thomas’ pain unit, we know that this is something special having been warned that it may not be possible to cover pain in more than one location.  In recovery I was reminded how to use the temporary battery and charger, before returning to the ward – I was in theatre for about two and half hours and another half hour in recovery.  Of course thoperation_1533715e medics never commit to a timings but I believe that a trial can take anything from an hour to several hours on the operating table.

Back on the ward I needed to complete every surgical nurses’ post operative list – the obligatory cup of tea and sandwiches – Ben, you were dead right – check, trip to the toilet – check, be up and moving – albeit slowly, check!  Then TTOs (medication to non medics – antibiotics and pain killers) arrived and I was free to go.

The trip home to Surrey on Friday evening through rush hour London traffic was not easy.  My back was starting to really hurt from the surgery as the operative drugs were wearing off, but I used the stimulator for my chronic pain – it is important to be able to distinguish between the two, not to use too much medication for the surgical pain and thus to be able to understand if the stimulator is working for the chronic pain.  Clear as mud to some of you.

My wound was bleeding after the journey, but I talked nurse Duncan through applying a new dressing over the original – it was drummed into us that it is very important not to remove the original due to the risk of infection – enjoyed some dinner and settled later for the night.  I used the stimulator before settling, as they should not be left on whilst asleep, and had a pretty good night for me!

Today has been quiet, a bit sore and I have been experimenting with the stimulator.  So far, so good – the feeling is the strangest thing, and until the lead beds in a little it is quite positional, so I am experiencing sudden surges of current. At the moment I’m wary to say whether it is definitely going to help me, but I think that for me the electrical sensations are masking the nerve pain and are preferable.  So fingers crossed, everyone, I’m cautiously optimistic.

Thanks for the words of support – I will post some more info about the actual spinal cord stimulator for anyone interested, and some musings about living with chronic pain, along with updates on my recovery and the future plan of action.cropped-girls.jpg

Wired for sound

I arrived back on the ward at 5pm and am buzzing furiously. I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus…….but at least Dr Palmisano got good coverage of my back and leg nerves with the electrodes.

More details over the weekend – fingers crossed for a positive outcome……….image

It’s going to be a long day……

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We arrived at Guy’s at 7.30 am to be greeted by a corridor full of fellow chronic pain sufferers.  It never fails to amaze me how much laughter can be generated by people who are suffering so much. That old expression that “you’ve got to laugh otherwise you’d cry” has never been more true!  Anyway we are here for a variety of procedures, but those of us for neuromodulation are honoured to have individual en-suite rooms which are more reminiscent of a private hospital than the jolly old NHS.  The anaesthetist has been – I think I might have frightened him with mention of shoulder dislocation with my EDS – as has a theatre nurse and most recently a technician who will turn the device on in theatre.  Then another nurse popped in with the ominous words “I really don’t know why they brought you in so early!” – uh, oh!  So it looks like being a very long day as I am last on the list, following 3 full implants and expected to go in at about 3pm.  I have been granted one final glass of water, hurray!

Duncan has gone in search of coffee and bacon, so I will attempt to add to Pain Pals.

So, here goes……

“Why do you want to write a blog?” was my teenage son’s reply when I asked him to set this up.  That’s as good a place to start as any.

On Friday, tomorrow, I am due at Guy’s hospital brightand early for a neuromodulation trial – the implantation of a spinal cord stimulator (a  sophisticated internal TENS!) to help combat the chronic pain that I am suffering. I have read and watched various accounts online of other people’s experiences, but I want to try to put into words how this experience feels for me.  I would like to share my journey (at risk of sounding like I’m on X Factor) with my friends and other fellow chronic pain bods – you know who you are – all to be known as my Pain Pals!

I will try to update you on my progress regularly, as well as adding elements of my history and the often strange and laugh out loud moments of a body disabled by pain.

So back to my son’s question……I think that I am writing as much for me as for the rest of you.  To help to inform my friends and family, to get my own thoughts and feelings out and, if I can, to help anyone else out there who is living with chronic pain.

Nil by mouth shortly, early start tomorrow morning.

Thanks for joining me,

your pain pal,  Claire