Thursday, September 22, 2016

Spasticity and MS

One of the most troubling symptoms of my MS is called “spasticity” and it takes many forms. I experience extensor spasms in which my legs extend straight and stiffen at a moment’s notice. These spasms are uncontrollable and can happen so suddenly and intensely that they are capable of forcing a person out of a chair. I experience these spasms, or spasticity, throughout the day and they can range from uncomfortable to extremely painful.  My spasticity became so bad it interfered with my normal movement and gait and eventually took my ability to walk. This is caused by damage to the portion of the brain or spinal cord that controls voluntary movement, which is extensive in my case.

It was really this spasticity and stiffness in my legs that led to my diagnosis. Before I was diagnosed, I broke my ankle and began seeing a physical therapist after getting surgery to fix the ankle. Once I was walking again, my gait was off. I had started swinging my left leg from my hip and not bending my knee while walking. I mentioned this to my PT and he thought this might be neurological and I should get an MRI. He was right.

I also experience a similar although different kind of MS spasticity: a tightening of the muscles in my forearm, which causes the hand and fingers to turn in. I often have a disabled look to my arm and hand. I call it my “dumb” limb. My fingers curl in and I keep my arm close to my body. There has been a change to my arm’s natural resting position. I can no longer write or reliably button a button, and my typing has become more of the hunt and peck variety. It’s a dexterity and fine motor skills issue; my fingers do not move the way I want them to.
While I take medications and do exercises and stretching that can help, I often feel trapped in a body that refuses to cooperate. Once again, the name of the game is ADAPT. That’s what I keep doing.

 


Thursday, September 8, 2016

“You have to laugh at yourself, because you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't.” ― Emily Saliers

A sense of humor is required to live with MS. If I didn't laugh, I'd cry and I've done far too much crying over MS already. Laughter reminds me of who I was before MS. While a laugh doesn't "fix" anything, it gives me a little break from it.
I learned (and earned) my sense of humor from my family and here they come. My dad, mom, and sister are visiting. They know I can't do as much as I used to. That's okay. There will be laughter.