Going out on a limb

Last November, I set out to do two things: write 30 blog posts in 30 days, and complete an online course about the anatomy of the upper limbs. I didn’t really expect to be able to do both in a month. Mostly I was just looking for the motivation to practice using voice recognition and develop some kind of “work” routine. I was aiming for two hours each day, divided into manageable chunks. Blogging was the top priority (and more appealing), so I would spend most of my days drafting posts and playing catch up for days I’d missed. The online course fell by the wayside. As I neglected the lectures and quizzes about the pathologies of the arms and hands, I developed just that; a new pathology in my arms and hands.

Posture looks simple, when you see those pictures of crash-test-dummies sitting at their computers, diligently keeping their backs straight and tummies firm. Ideally, everything is supposed to be at right angles, but it’s really hard to achieve that when you are trying to prop up sagging shoulders and the weak neck with a big heavy head on it. It’s especially hard to achieve that when you are making-do with a couch and some bits of rubber foam because the government is too cheap to provide specialist seating.

These past couple of years, I’ve been so focused on trying to support my head and shoulders while I work, I haven’t really thought about the position of my arms and hands. I’ve been getting better at using voice recognition software, but using Dragon without a mouse is pretty difficult. Actually, it’s frustrating to the point of paralysis. So while I was blogging, I would use a wireless mouse, balancing it on my knee or the couch.

So here I am, blogging away, editing and over-editing, tap tap tapping with my fingers and my hands and my wrists and my arms in all the wrong positions. It only took a few weeks to develop a secondary injury. It started as a niggle and a tingle, but it quickly reached the point where mousing for 15 minutes would leave my wrists, hands and sometimes even my armpits in pain all day. I had to concede that 30 posts in 30 days wasn’t going to happen.

It’s a terrible cliche, but so often it feels like I take a step forward, then two steps backwards. I was actually making progress with “working”, and suddenly there’s this whole new problem to deal with. Not only does it hurt to use a mouse, but now it’s also hard to chop vegetables, use scissors and floss my teeth. Luckily, with the help of my OT, a hand therapist, and some anti-inflammatories, much of the pain has subsided. It still flares up frequently, and I need to be really careful about how much I use my hands, but it’s mostly manageable. I’m learning how to use my voice to replace mouse commands, and I have an adorable new mouse shaped like a penguin with a bowtie.

People often ask me whether my condition has advanced, or whether I’m getting worse. In lots of ways I am worse, because muscles my lower back, my arms and wrists, my head and neck have become strained and inflamed as I try and compensate for the weaknesses in my shoulders. Having said that, I am also better. I’m better at understanding where the pain comes from, and how it manifests in my brain. I’m better at managing it with drugs, pacing, and exercises. I’m better at adapting to the physical environment and using the equipment I do have. As much as it might have been useful to know more about the physiology of my upper body, learning all of this life stuff is really more important. So I’m not so sad I didn’t finish that course. And I reckon 13 blog post ain’t bad.

 

 

It’s a very good place to start.

I have a list of potential blog-posts somewhere, but have been putting off writing them because I feel like I should start by bringing you up to speed on my present situation.  Of course, speed isn’t really my forte these days, so it’s taken me a while to write this little background piece. I hope you’ll bear with my snail-paced postings (maybe I can spark a slow-blog movement?).

Last October I found myself unemployed, and the Wellington public service grapevine came to my aid; an ex-colleague had a month of work for me.  The timing was excellent, as I had a few weeks to kill before starting as a volunteer ranger on Matiu/Somes Island for the summer. The work seemed simple, basically just sorting and shifting papers, which sounded heavenly after the stress of working at Corrections. As it turned out, my ‘simple’ summer job consisted of a lot of lifting, a lot of standing, and a lot of repetitive strain. After a couple of weeks my back, shoulders and neck hurt so much that I had to quit.

At first I thought I just needed a bit of rest, and that I’d soon be ready to trot off to the island to start searching backpacks for possums. But after a couple of weeks, I realised wouldn’t be trotting anywhere. In fact, I was struggling to stand, walk or sit unsupported for more than a few minutes. I couldn’t make a cup of tea, hold a book or write an email without the pain returning.

I had an sinking suspicion that Muscular Dystrophy had a role to play in all of this. Fascioscapulohumeral Dystrophy runs (well, walks) in my family. My Mum has it, and my brother Dave has been pretty badly affected since he was at uni. I’ve always had a weak shoulder, but never had cause to think about it much until recently. I was examined by a neurologist in February, who concluded that my symptoms + our family history = FSHD. Probably. I’ll know for sure after genetic testing later this year.

There’s no treatment for FSH, and no way to tell whether or not I’ll get better. There have been times over the last year when I’ve improved and gained strength, but I always regress and lose it again. So I’m learning to slow down, limit my physical activity and rely much more on other people and mobility equipment. It’s incredibly frustrating, but it means I can mostly keep the pain at a manageable level.

The last year has been a bit like a game of snakes and ladders, with a few Chance and Community Chest cards thrown in for good measure. Sometimes it feels like I’m always landing back at square one. But at least now I know that the ladders aren’t wheelchair accessible.