Alternative Pain Relief Solutions!
Winslow Dixon, M.T, N.A, C.T
Recently, I posted a short video on alternative pain relief solutions. I am writing this post in addition to that in hopes that someone will find relief!
Some of this is common sense, some of it you might have already heard of, but hopefully you may find something that helps!
1- Heating Pad- Just turn it on and place it where it hurts. Warm heat is a wonderful natural pain relief solution. (Be sure to rotate sites and make sure the temperature isn’t too hot)
2- Epsom Salt Soaks- Running a hot bath and soaking for 15-30 minutes in warm water with Epsom salt can soothe aches and relax you.
3-Magnesium Oil- Be sure to contact your healthcare practitioner before starting this treatment, especially if you have kidney issues. But this oil is proven to soothe muscle spasms, calm anxiety and help treat insomnia.
4- Ergonomic Pillows- A lot of muscle and joint pain can be alleviated when pressure is released. Ergonomic pillows help align our bodies and promotes healthy circulation.
5- Essential Oils- There are HUNDREDS of essential oil blends that are remedies for various issues. I highly recommend using essential oils. If you need any suggestions, feel free to message me or tune into the Weekday Wellness video on that topic (week 4). I do not sell them, but I am an aromatherapist and LOVE the relief I get from using oils.
6- Vaporizing Chest Rub- Not only is this product good for congestion, but it also can be used as a topical analgesic for aching muscles and pain.
7- Bath soaks infused with Essential oils- If you don’t like the Epson salts, there are many other versions of bath soaks that soothe pain. (Email me if you’d like suggestions)
8- Healing Movements- Stiff muscles can cause increased pain. A light stretch can help ease aches. (Week 2 video will be explaining some healing movements that chronic illness sufferers can easily do)
9- Guided Imagery/ Mind Body Synergy- Sometimes when pain is high, all you can do is distract yourself. Guided imagery is a great way to keep your mind occupied and relaxed.
10- TENS Unit- This has to be prescribed by a healthcare professional, but it is a great non-medicinal pain relief option!
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I weigh how much? BUT I JUST EAT LETTUCE.
I make the joke that I am a manatee.
I do actually fit the criteria to be such a creature.
I live in Florida, I eat healthy and all natural food and I’m still overweight…therefore I am a manatee.
Before being treated for Addison’s disease, I was very close to death and very underweight. At 23 years old, 5 foot 4 inches, I only weighed 87 pounds. My frail little body had succumb to the lack of cortisol, electrolytes and aldosterone.
Fast forward one year, after adding the necessary exogenous cortisol medications, my weight went up.
It happened just about overnight….
I literally woke up one morning and everything in my closet was tight. I had to wear a skirt to work because nothing fit.
The steroid effect…..it hit me….hard.
I went to my doctor that week and expressed my concerns regarding my weight. He asked me about my diet and activity level. I explained to him I was on strict gluten, dairy, egg free, low sugar and all natural diet. He looked at me, smiled and told me that the steroids were the reason I was overweight and not anything I was doing. I had been on steroids a year now, and they will put weight on you regardless of how strictly you eat. He also credited me for how I had only gained as much weight as I had. I was still disheartened at my weight and inquired about anything I could do. He reminded me that I was in recovery for total adrenal failure and exercise wouldn’t be a quick fix for me and I needed to just do the best I could. So there I was, stuck with this fat. I took the doctor’s words to heart to just do my best and left the appointment accepting my weight.
OR SO I THOUGHT.
I was working in the field of geriatrics when my weight gain issue started. Old people will tell you in a mili-second every flaw that you have. Everything my doctor said was bombarded by snide comments from elderly ladies.
There was a lady in the community that was a Cuban immigrant who spoke broken English. She came up to me and in her lovely accent told me, “Win-so, you were so BONITA, now you so big. You need to stop eat.”
Later that day another resident scolded me for getting pregnant out of wedlock.
My self-esteem plummeted. I was ugly now. I was fat. I was gross.
Some people seek comfort foods and over eat when they self loathe. I did the opposite. Food became a source of irritation for me. I did not want any of it. I ate, but not as much as I was supposed to.
I didn’t lose weight, I just weakened myself even worse and ended up in the hospital.
I let what those mean old ladies said get to me.
I ignored what my good doctor said.
Why do we hold negative comments so much closer to our hearts than the positive ones?
I was lying in the hospital bed, hooked up to an IV, heart rate and BP going crazy. Who was next to me? None of those old ladies.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I laid on that gurney. My pain was high and my spirit was low. I had to realize what was important. People will say mean things, no matter what you weigh, how you look, how smart you are or how much class or money you have. Negative people seek to destroy others. Positive people seek to build up others.
I knew I was holding onto the comments from the wrong people.
I closed my eyes and thought about every positive thing that had been said to me that week.
The hospital staff not only treated my physical problems that night, but also my spirit. My nurse told me it was okay for me to slow down and jokingly said I needed to be like a turtle. The patient care tech told me he respected me for all I went through. He also told me to live my life to the fullest despite my illness. After being discharged, he pushed me in the wheelchair and told me how he was 40 and wished he had lived a better life. “It goes fast, kid. Just be sure you are enjoying as much as possible.” His words could not have fallen before a more appropriate audience. I began to think about how many hours I had worked that week, how much schoolwork I had forced myself through. I thought about how I cried every time I had to get up in the morning from pain and walk into work like I was fine. I really had put myself last. I was not enjoying life. I was in survival mode. I stepped into the car from the wheelchair and thanked the patient care tech for his advice. I determined from that day forward to never let negative comments destroy me again.
When I did go back to work, the comments did not stop. The pregnancy rumor had spread even further. I, being a sensitive person, had a really hard time not taking the judgmental looks and mean comments to heart. One of my favorite residents came into my office as I was fighting back tears one morning. “Oh you’re not listening to these old bitties are you?” She asked me.
Trying to hide my hurt, I responded “No, but I do hear what they say.”
In the most serious manner, she pushed her walker over to my desk and said “You listen to me, next time someone asks you if you are pregnant you tell them yes. You also tell them you are having triplets and ask if they want to adopt. Tell ’em you’ll charge a thousand bucks a baby and you’re taking donations too!”
I erupted in laughter. I held onto her funny advice and to this day still laugh about it.
That day helped me learn to stop obsessing over the negative comments and truly hang onto the good ones.
Why do humans get a migraine headache? The potential answer might be a real headache. Almost everyone knows someone who has a migraine headache. If you are not so lucky, you suffer from them on a chronic basis like our fellow Spoonies diagnosed with Chronic Migraine.
Some people may term an extreme headache as a migraine headache which results from certain changes in the brain. Marked by recurring episodes of moderate to severe unilateral head pain accompanied by numbness, visual or sensory disturbance, nausea, and vomiting. The excruciating pain one experiences may last for hours or even days. For our Chronic Migraine Warriors, the battle may last for an estimate of 15 days over a course of over 3 months.
While not all migraines are alike, most people experience:
Studies show that changes in the blood flow to the brain and brain chemical imbalance can cause to have a migraine headache. Genetics, environmental changes, pregnancy, and menopause also play a role. Though symptoms may vary, sweating, temperature changes, stomachache, and diarrhea are notable for most sufferers
Some people who suffer from a migraine headache can quickly identify what triggers it, others cannot. Most common triggers are the following.
Fluctuation of estrogen may also trigger a migraine headache in most women. Hormonal medications, oral contraceptives, and the likes may worsen it.Some people will have an aura or a warning sign before a headache starts. It often lasts several minutes and eventually goes away as the pain begins. Those who do not experience aura will also have other warning signs such as thirst, lightheadedness, craving for sweets, sleepiness, or depression.
Though women are more likely to experience a migraine headache than men, it can happen to anyone at any stage. It tends to peak during your 30’s, and gradually become less frequent and less severe as you age.
Keep a record of your attacks and how you treated them. Identify the triggers for your headaches so you can avoid them. When a migraine happens, note the date and time it started. Note what you ate for the previous hours, hours of sleep, things you did before the attack, any unusual stress in your life, how long it lasted, and what you did to make it stop.
Lifestyle change and series of therapies can control your migraine headache with a combination of medications. Relaxation techniques may reduce both the frequency and intensity of attacks.
Migraine Headache is a treatable disorder often undiagnosed and untreated. If you regularly experience signs and symptoms of migraine headaches, make an appointment with your doctor to discuss your headaches. Don’t just put up with them. Learn how to prevent migraine headaches and treat them.
Family, friends, and partners play a huge part in the daily life of persons with Chronic Migraine. A lot of understanding must be practiced, having this illness affects the lives of the people around them. Apart from this circle of love, where do can people find peace and total understanding? Of course, from people with the same condition or a community that relates and does not judge. The Unchargeables, for instance, it is a huge community for the chronically ill. I swear by their Instagram page, life will be a lot lighter, try them.
There is a high tendency for people not to exercise as much, paving the way to obesity, due to unhealthy food consuming that lead to illnesses like diabetes, heart disease, cancer, strokes, and much more that we are not even aware they exist. Ever heard of Chiari Malformation, Ehler Danlos Syndrome, and Myasthenia Gravis? These are chronic diseases, fancy, right? Mine is Mitral Valve Regurgitation and Stage 2 Hypertension (severe hypertension). Consider a lifestyle modification. Only 5 Healthy Habits to follow.
The issue with lifestyle is that they are difficult to turn into action. Many people attempt a change in their lifestyle all at once, which is tough to accomplish. The result? Often, they give up all of the right paths and resort to the usual negative health habits that they had been doing long before they have even tasted a healthy lifestyle.
Often, it just takes a few days or a few lucky weeks of trying to be healthy before the individual becomes overwhelmed and stops living healthy. Exercising stops and back they go to eating processed foods and junk foods; these are the very reasons to change your health habits one habit at a time so that you don’t become overwhelmed and stop trying to be healthy altogether, after all, a person with a chronic illness can only do so much.
Most weight loss programs available today only work if they are done carefully and don’t deprive the individual too much. The same goes for exercise programs. If you choose an exercise that you will likely enjoy or increase your physical activity more gradually, do stick to it so that you don’t become discouraged and quit using altogether. The trick to healthy living is to begin slowly.
If you try any modern diet or fitness fad with gusto, your body will likely respond negatively, sticking with these programs will be tough. There are a few simple things you can do to live a happier and healthier life.
Even if you are a fan of processed foods, do not deprive yourself of a healthy food each day. Feed your body with proper nutrition and healthy proteins. Healthy meals consist of mainly fruits and vegetables, supplemented with whole grain products, and lean meats. It doesn’t matter how much you eat, if the food is healthy for you, it won’t usually contain a lot of calories and won’t cause weight gain as can be evident when you eat junk foods or highly processed foods. Even so, you should try to watch your portion sizes.
Water is by far the best liquid to drink. When you decide to drink a glass of water before meals, (an 8-ounce glass is enough), you will feel fuller before eating, and you won’t eat as much at the meal that follows a drink of water.
Given you have 30minutes of Lunch Break, it usually doesn’t take that long to eat your meals. Eat your meals, and have the time to exercise. An extreme workout is not necessary, especially for a Spoonie; a simple walk will do. Being active will not only give you a boost, but it is also an aid to burning off the calories you just ate and will help in the digestive process. It doesn’t matter what type of exercise you want to do as long as you choose reasonable one without overdoing it. A Spoonie may be unchargeable, but inactivity weakens a person even more.
This step will include eating a protein bar as a snack instead of junk foods. Most meal replacement bars are healthy enough; they contain proper nutrition and lots of fiber, and they are also not calorie-rich as you think. They help stave off hunger pangs in a typical mid-afternoon time. Keep a stash of these protein bars wherever you are, in your desk at work or in your purse or briefcase easily available when hunger strikes you. It will help you from spending on poor food choices found in vending machines. Try a meal replacement bar that is high in fiber, and that has at least 10 to 15 grams of protein per bar.
With or without an illness, exercise at least 3-4 times per week. Choose activities you will enjoy while keeping it at a minimum; doing so will help energize you, build muscle mass, and help you lose weight by burning off excess calories. Yoga, perhaps (the perfect Spoonie exercise)?
So, what am I, er, what are you waiting for!? Let’s do this!
Written by Jane Stuart, a Spoonie of 6 years, she suffers with PBC, AIH, Raynaulds, Asthma, and IBS.
I’m sure it’s a dilemma many a Spoonie has faced. Limited number of spoons and the realization your body is no longer what it was.
Like most Spoonies, my spoons are limited by a list of chronic illnesses.
When I was diagnosed with Primary Billiary Cirrhosis (now Collangitis), I quickly came to the realization that I was in a position where I could no longer take my body for granted. I needed a total health overhaul and quick. I wanted to know that no matter how ill I was, it wasn’t because of me. The condition was autoimmune and I needed to fight back and make sure that my body was as healthy as I could make it. An initial scare of fatty liver disease made me take a long hard look at what my diet and lack of exercise could have done (granted it wasn’t the diagnosis but it so easily could have been).
I was hitting 30 and had never been into exercise. It did not inspire me and quite frankly I was beyond rubbish at it. So as motivation to attend the gym waned with the fatigue and the prompt diagnosis of second autoimmune condition on my liver I forced myself to take matters into my own hands.
The second diagnosis meant a long course of corticosteroids. The prednisolone made me like a Duracell bunny on speed. I used it to my advantage as started an outdoor boot camp. Initially it felt great, I felt so self righteous turning up to work having done an hour of intense exercise. I was still rubbish, always at the back of the pack and progress felt slow to nonexistent. I remember being so excited after months of hard work when I managed to run 1 km without stopping…..I mean months. I became addicted to the exercise.
I can see all my fellow Spoonies roll their eyes…..don’t worry, it was a steroid fueled energy and once off the steroids that motivation was zapped out of me sooooo quickly.
I’m sure this will be more like how most of my fellow Spoonies feel on a day to day basis. I use most of my spoons just getting through a working week. I am usually dead by the weekend. I have no energy and there are times I would cry if I wasn’t worried about wasting the spoons on it.
Currently it’s boot camp 3 nights a week, before that, it was body combat, and swimming and kettle bells and power hoop and Zumba, there has even been pole dance sessions in there. What they all have in common is my will to not let my illness stop me from keeping my body healthy….don’t get me wrong, I am carrying far too much weight and I am still so unfit I wonder what the point is sometimes.
I force myself to use the last of my spoons 3 times a week to hit the gym. Some days there are more spoons than others. Don’t get me wrong, it is at the cost of the housework, but I do recognize how very lucky I am. I have a very understanding partner who will do the dishes, tidy up and do the laundry to allow me to reserve those spoons to do something for me as he sees the value in it.
There are times when I physically drag myself there. I have to do the lowest intensity option and I have to stop every few seconds to catch my breath. I will come home and stand in the shower (I would sit but the shower cubicle is so wee I fear I may get stuck!) hardly able to wash my hair.
But then there are times I feel a bit more energetic. I can up the intensity level. Of course on those occasions my body will always find a way to upset the flow. My Raynaud’s will kick in, pins and needles in my feet will give way to a total loss of feeling in them. My hands and wrists will protest at any bodyweight exercise where they need to support my weight and to top it all off, I go scarlet. I actually look like my face might explode (and my arms will be frozen!!)
So I know that most of my feelings from this comes from my own lack of self esteem but I get the feeling that people are looking me up and down with the look of ‘Aye Right!’ when I tell them how much I exercise. I certainly don’t have the body of someone who does the exercise I do. It doesn’t reflect my diet either. If you saw me run you would doubt I’d ever been to an exercise class in my puff. But you know what, I know different. I know I go, I know I work my socks off.
My body looses muscle mass so quickly, my body does not gain muscle quickly in fact it doesn’t respond to anything quickly. I watch newbies enter the boot camp at the same fitness level as me at week one (in fact I am naughtily chuffed if I can out boot camp them in week one – small victories and all that) then by week eight, they have improved far quicker than I could hope to improve in over a year (yes, over several years in fact). It is demoralising and depressing and quite frankly it breaks my heart.
I have to, like I said, muscle loss – if I didn’t exercise I am pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to do many of the everyday things I need to do, I would struggle with simple tasks. I need to sleep – I am fatigued….all the time….I can’t remember not being tired. So why is my sleep so rubbish? The physical activity helps, granted only a little bit, but it helps. I get a better night sleep if I have exercised and we all know…. a better sleep can mean an extra spoon or two the next day.
I want to be normal, I want to feel normal. I don’t want to let my conditions rule my life. I don’t want to be the person who is unable to do simple tasks. I want to be like everyone else.
I care about my body. Quite frankly I question if it cares about me sometimes, but I know that as much as I don’t feel like it is responding, it must be. It must be benefiting from the exercise. I feel awful if I stop for a week to two. So it only makes sense that it does benefit. I don’t want to be the reason it fails, I don’t want to suffer knowing I did it to myself.
“You must have more spoons than me….” (that’s right, I can hear you mumbling under your breath). Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. It’s all relative I guess. I choose to use my last few spoons for exercise, you might choose to use them to put your child to bed, or to go to the pub, or to do your housework. I cannot tell you how to spend the last of your precious spoons, nor would I want to. People’s priorities are different, people’s lives are different (I don’t have kids, and I have a caring and supportive partner). What I do want you to know though, is that exercise is worth the spoons, even if it doesn’t always feel like it.
1. Make sure your doc/specialist is ok with what you plan to do, some exercise will be more beneficial, and some can do more harm.
2. Tell your instructor/trainer/exercise buddy about your condition. They can adapt their style, give you alternative or lower impact options and motivate you the way you need. Oh and it helps if you warn them your face might look like you are away to explode within the first five minutes (although it is funny to see the look of panic on their face as they tell you to breath at a class the first time you attend)
3. Make sure your gym or trainer has emergency details, a contact, a list of medication and details of what they need to tell emergency services, we never plan for things to go wrong but you know….just in case.
4. Be honest with yourself about your spoons, if you have already borrowed from tomorrows spoons, don’t do it. If you feel guilty about not exercising you should go, you know you can do something, even if it is the lower level – you wouldn’t feel guilty if you genuinely had no spoons left.
5. Find something you enjoy. It is hard enough without forcing yourself to attend something you hate.
6. Accept your body will do what it will do, when it will do it. So what if you can’t run as fast as everyone else, or you still can’t do a full press up…I will let you in on an secret, 6 years on and I still can’t. Remember it will vary, 3 years ago I could run 5km, today I would struggle to get to 1km. You can only try your best.
7. Start, anywhere, just start… If you need to start with a slow walk, or a chair exercise class, who cares, the point is you start!
8. Be prepared for side effects…..I bruise like a peach and it takes ages for anything to heal.
9. Listen to your body. Do what your body needs you to do, just don’t give up, take the breather, get back on it, but whatever you do, keep going.
10. Celebrate the little victories. It took me so long to be able to run 1 km, but I eventually made it to 5 km, I’m now back at square one, but you will still hear me cheer when I can get back to that 1 km. The first time I could bunny hop up one step was monumental, who cares what everyone else can do!
11. Don’t focus on what you can’t do, focus on what you can do. I can’t run fast or far but I am pretty good at kettle bell swings.
12. Set yourself small goals. Really small if it helps. Sometimes just trying one full press up, or upping the speed on the treadmill for 5 seconds can give you the motivation to improve. Try doing the same walk, 20 seconds faster. The little changes can have a big impact and the achievements will keep you motivated.
13. This is more of a PS or an aside as you will….those people you think are staring at you at the gym, they aren’t, they are secretly worrying that you are staring at them. Everyone is there to get fitter, to get healthier, and they will remember their first trip. I know I often look at newbies and think, wow, good on them for taking the first step.
Don’t let your Spoonie status put you off. We all start somewhere. But trust me, the benefits outweigh the spoons used.
My name is Marc and to tell my story right, I feel that it is necessary to start my story long before I had ever used cannabis and long before I knew that it was a medicine. Long before I was injured and became disabled.
I was born in the early 80’s and as a young child I first learned about cannabis in school. During D.A.R.E except they did not call it cannabis at that time. It was Marijuana, weed or pot and it is the most dangerous drug in the world. At least that is what we were being told at the time. There was never anything mentioned about how it is a medicine or how it could help someone. This dangerous drug that only losers and burn outs used and kills your brain cells; they would continue to tell you. You would hear about how important people like Former President Ronald Reagan said, “I now have absolute proof that smoking even one marijuana cigarette is equal in brain damage to being on Bikini Island during an H-bomb blast.” Let’s think about that for one moment. How much radiation damage would you suffer being that close to an H-bomb but far enough away to survive it? I am not positive how much brain damage you would suffer but I imagine it is a lot.
What we were not told was that how they proved that cannabis caused this level of brain damage. The short version of that story is Dr. Robert G. Heath whom was a researcher at Tulane University in New Orleans hooked monkeys up to gas masks pumping cannabis smoke for hours without any supplemental oxygen. So when the monkeys had brain damage from lack of oxygen they called it proof that cannabis cause brain damage.
Growing up it is no surprise that I felt that marijuana was a bad thing. Why would anyone choose to use such a thing, I would wonder? While I am was in High School I never tried it; it was dangerous I thought and in more than one way. Putting all the worries about killing myself from using such a harmful drug aside; there was the legal issues that come with cannabis. Police arrest people that have even small amounts because marijuana because it was so dangerous.
While I was in High School I was introduced to the concept of cannabis being used medically. This of course is when California legalize cannabis for medical use but only for people who had cancer or AIDS or something life threating that was going to kill them anyway. This dangerous drug could be used to help ease the dying. But, remember for someone who is healthy it is still very dangerous drug and not to mention not even cannabis was not legal in the state I grew up in at this time; it was only California but it was the start of states asserting their rights to use cannabis as medicine.
A few years go by after high school and shortly after I turned 21, I join the Navy. In the US Military there is a zero tolerance policy on any illegal drugs. This means if you use any drugs and have a random urine test: you career is over and it will have ruined your life. You will be dishonorably discharged and this will effect who will hire you once you get out of the military. So there is no reason to risk so much and for what something that is going to kill you anyway. But don’t forget here is some cheap tobacco and booze. Smoke as much cigarettes as you want. In fact that is likely the only way you will get a break during the day is if you smoke a cigarettes. You are also allowed to drink as long as you are not on duty and are over 21. If you are under 21 just don’t do it. It does not have as much punishment as illegal drugs but it will hurt your career. If you’re over 21 providing booze to minors that are your service buddies will get you in bad trouble as well.
It was in the service that I got injured. I was stateside working inside a P-3 Orion and when I exited the plane I slipped and I came crashing down the stairs leading up into the plane. Landing on the deck, hard! But I was young and I bounced up thinking I was okay, even though I was a little sore. I had also cut my finger on safety wire during my fall and was bleeding a little bit. My inner thigh bruised up from hitting the support pole to the hand rail. I informed maintenance control of the incident and they sent me back to work.
A few months go by and falling out of the plane was just moment in the past. My body started to ache more and more to the point it stopped being an ache and it was full on pain. Bearing through it I did my job and refusing to go to medical over some aches. Some more months pass by and I start to have back spasms and sharp pains that felt that someone ran behind me, stabbed me with a dagger pulled it out and ran away. Spasms started to become more frequent until my wife call the ambulance and I was reluctantly dragged out of the house and taken to the hospital.
This is when I started to see the doctors on base and they start testing me for various different tests to find out what is causing my pain. There was no reason I should be in this much pain the doctors would tell me. At first giving me Motrin for the pain, good old vitamin M the cure for everything in the Navy. This did not help and they quickly started adding on more and more medications on my list to take. I did my own research online about chronic pain and someone on dailystrength.com (an online support group website for various medical conditions) said that what I had been describing sound a lot like fibromyalgia. I printed out as much information on this thing called fibromyalgia and asked my doctor is it possible this is what I have? He sent me to a Rheumatologist that was a civilian doctor. This Rheumatologist did not need to see me very long before he was able to confirm that I had fibromyalgia. As unlikely as this was because I am a man and 9 out of 10 people with fibromyalgia are women and men that have it are usually a lot older than me. So as a young man I was not likely at all to get Fibromyalgia. It was this fact that the Navy Doctors latched onto and assumed that I must be faking it. Long story short here; they send me to a Navy Shrink to figure out if I am faking it. They figured out that I was not and eventually I got medically discharged about 2 years later.
Since I decided to stay in Maine. I have a VA Hospital fairly close to me and they provided some medical care for me. Even though at this time Cannabis is legal in Maine as a medicine for certain conditions I would not even consider it. Remember the information that I had been given my whole life. I was living in ignorance and let me tell you what; Ignorance is not bliss when you suffer from a medical condition. It took me six years of living in agony taking mountains of pills three times a day. Doctors refusing to give me anything stronger because I have a chronic condition and that means that it will never go away, therefor, do not want me to get addicted. Years of living in pain, being on handfuls of pills and being very inactive caused me to gain lots of weight from my fit Navy body and I reached up to 330 lbs. I had been living in so much pain for so long. Life was really being to suck and I also started getting very depressed. I even almost became one of the 22 veterans a day that end up taking their own lives. As a lucid dreamer my first suicide attempt was in my dreams with the premise that if you die in your dreams then you die in real life. This did not work, so I kept attempting many different ways in my dreams to perfect the best way. I eventually lost control of my dreams and instead of controlling my suicide attempts I just dreamed of it without the control. My sub-conscious adding in dreams of physical torture. I did not ever attempt in the physical world by I was close.
I even started to look into cannabis as an option I was that desperate! My wife had encouraged me to try it and I talked with people who suffered like me and found out how much relief they got from cannabis, but I was still not sure. I was still skeptical. It may help with the pain but isn’t it going to kill me or make me stupid if I use it? I was still every concerned and worried about using cannabis.
This is when I started to find out what is truly addicting when it comes to cannabis. It is not smoking it; it is learning about it and everything it can do. Learning about the positive things it does for you. But still I was a little hesitant about trying it. Something was holding me back some of that was it was still illegal for me to try it before getting a recommendation from a doctor and VA doctor can’t recommend it. So I would have to pay to get a recommendation and not know if it will help me or not.
It was sometime in 2012 that my fibromyalgia decided to spike up hard and go from living in mere agony to full on being tortured in the pits of hell. My pain was so bad all I could do was curl up into a ball and cry. My wife not knowing what to do because she was well aware how little the VA would do for me. Asking me what I want her to do; I replied back to call a friend of mine that I knew smoked and see if he would bring some over and let me try it because of the level of pain I was in I could not bear it any longer. That was the first day I had felt what it was like to live without the fibromyalgia monster mauling me every moment.
It has been a few years now that I have been using medical cannabis. My world has turned upside down and now I am finding out every day how wonderful cannabis can be. I am learning that what I knew about cannabis growing up had mostly been made up of lies, misinformation and negative propaganda. What many of you may be wondering right now is how it has changed my life.
Since I have started using cannabis I have seen some wonderful changes. I no longer take pharmaceutical medication on a daily basis. With the ability to reduce chronic pain I suffer from I was able to start doing light weight low impact workouts without feeling like I might die. It is because of this that I have been able to lose 105 lbs and I am not done losing weight yet! Since cannabis can also take care of withdrawal symptoms it helped me quit smoking tobacco for good. Something I had started while in the Navy. With having less pain and doing these work outs I also started to gain some balance back. For most of the time that I have had fibromyalgia I have walked with a cane. The pain can get so intense that I could not hold myself up right it was next to impossible. For many years I have been barely able to take one or two steps without the use of my cane. I have not needed to use it since June 2015 and currently working on increasing how long I can run for. I used to dream about being able to walk again without my cane, but I had also accepted the fact that I was not going to be able to walk again without it. Cannabis has changed my life! In fact, it might be more accurate to say that cannabis gave me back my life and gave me a passion to help others that might have grown up similar to me: In ignorance, but ignorance is easily cured with accurate information.
As you can tell cannabis has become a very important part of my life. I want to tell everyone about all the positive information I find out about cannabis. I am now a Cannabis Scholar; this means that in much of my spare time I do research and trying to find out as much information as I can on Cannabis. So I started my Blog as a way to share all the information I have learned about Cannabis at www.FibroMan.com (this article was originally posted here)
If you have any questions about the use of medicinal canabbis you can contact Marc. Contact details for our representatives can be found here.