In the very beginning, my spasticity started as the uncontrollable mandate to stretch if I had been sitting still for several minutes, for instance, driving my car somewhere. I didn't have the pain -- but my daily job involved being on my feet all day doing manual labor. I was also much more physically fit then the average person in this day of sit down jobs. Even now, when my spasticity is much advanced, it's much more a matter of my muscles fighting back -- for instance, if someone else tries to lift one of my legs or open my fingers, the muscles resist. The sretch thing has now gone nuts, too. When I go to move now, my arms and legs will extend straight out, stretching until I can hear the joints cracking. In the mornings, all it takes to set this off is someone else touching one of my extremities.

Chris