Originally Posted by Mark56

Gosh. I have been working. I have been enjoying my stim. So much so that I had gone for three weeks not even stressing whether the remote was right There where I might need it.... this is because I had not touched my remote for three weeks. The setting was working.

Yesterday I started to HURT. Bummer. Recharged myself as per regular need. Then grabbed the remote and turned up the signal a powerful lot. Got control over the pain. At last I wound down the signal to a low rumble so I could go to sleep. All is well again.

I guess I will be on my stim as a user for a LONG time. Doc tried to get me to try shutting it off to see.... because some stim patients finally realize their nerve has calmed. Mine is still very much angry, nine years into this tale.

Alas,
BUT, I have my stim,
Sign me BLESSED

Originally Posted by Mark56

Felt better this week. Still exhausted by day's end. Had to call off a social thing last night because just too tired, BUT, was able to work the week through without leaving early, able to work without wearing the neck brace, and neck is strengthening. Pretty good, actually!

I really want to try a bike ride today. It is a nice day. Even if just for a few blocks, it would be enjoyable. The body could use the exercise.

Yup,

P.S. I owe you an update on that nerve pain....something, this week I was sitting in my office training my assistant and BAM a jolt as strong as ever hit my left leg. Hot electricity!! Jerking my leg! I darn near cried!! Assistant was understanding as her Mom deals with such stuff after a car wreck.

So, I reached into the briefcase, took the remote, and jazzed up the signal. Finally came under control, but the jolts continued into the evening.

Better today at least.

Originally Posted by Mark56

Please forgive my lapse of presence on these pages. I have been working MANY hours on litigation in an upstate venue back East. It has been all consuming. The pleadings, the preparation, the discovery, the motions, the defenses and attacks, the appearances......and finally the settlement discussions which I had attempted mightily before lunacy swept all into the litigation maelstrom. We put the monster of litigation and the associated genie back into the bottle. The case is almost over........at last. Just final nits and gnats to finish it all. Working until after midnight and then up at four to toil some more may now be dialed back a notch or two.

At long last, late Friday evening we returned to our home state on a nice airline from a place in the southwest part of our nation. Had to connect through Chicago. This is about the time all of the pent up pain on which I had ridden herd let loose. Being wheelchaired through the concourse from one jetway to the next, my tears cut loose. Unbidden. I did not want this lest the waterfall become a torrent.

By the time we descended the jetway to the last connection toward home, I began to sob. People all around were utterly fantastic. Wanted somehow to help. "May I give you some Tylenol?" That sort of thing.

I deferred. Thanking all. Feeling to visible at the moment. I wanted to curl up in the airliner seat. Thank GOD it was not full. My partner and I had a row to ourselves and an empty between. I took my emergency supply of Percocet. Popped a couple. Well within prescription limits. Settled back. Stanched the tears. Things began to calm as my mind surrendered to the meds. Pain ebbed just enough. The flight winged its way west.

Home again. AHHHHHHhhhhhhh.......... My own bed.

I feel awful about not being here to give comfort. Lend a "listening ear" to a troubled someone who was feeling what all of us know so well. That is the breaks for me. A few of you reached out wondering was I OK, was I dead, did I decide to quit??? Thank you for that. It was so kind.

There have not been enough hours to breathe, let alone work, eat, sleep, and such. You have been part of the "such."

Yes, we still know pain. Although returned to my profession full time, pain does not let me elude its grasp. None are immune. All continue.

Sure, I have the BLESSED gift of my wondrous Boston Scientific stim which helps manage pain. It works like a charm even unto this day. Most days it manages pain for me "MEDLESS" meaning I take no pills. I like that. That day last week though....it was a definite break through event. Glad I had the bottle of meds in my carryon. I needed it.

Bless you all,
Love,
M56

Originally Posted by Mark56

Please forgive my lapse of presence on these pages. I have been working MANY hours on litigation in an upstate venue back East. It has been all consuming. The pleadings, the preparation, the discovery, the motions, the defenses and attacks, the appearances......and finally theettlement discussions which I had attempted mightily before lunacy swept all into the litigation Good thing you surfaced, planned on organizing
zzmaelstrom. We put the monster of litigation and the associated genie back into the bottle. The case is almost over........at last. Just final nits and gnats to finish it all. Working until after midnight and then up at four to toil some more may now be dialed back a notch or two.

At long last, late Friday evening we returned to our home state on a nice airline from a place in the southwest part of our nation. Had to connect through Chicago. This is about the time all of the pent up pain on which I had ridden herd let loose. Being wheelchaired through the concourse from one jetway to the next, my tears cut loose. Unbidden. I did not want this lest the waterfall become a torrent.

By the time we descended the jetway to the last connection toward home, I began to sob. People all around were utterly fantastic. Wanted somehow to help. "May I give you some Tylenol?" That sort of thing.

I deferred. Thanking all. Feeling to visible at the moment. I wanted to curl up in the airliner seat. Thank GOD it was not full. My partner and I had a row to ourselves and an empty between. I took my emergency supply of Percocet. Popped a couple. Well within prescription limits. Settled back. Stanched the tears. Things began to calm as my mind surrendered to the meds. Pain ebbed just enough. The flight winged its way west.

Home again. AHHHHHHhhhhhhh.......... My own bed.

I feel awful about not being here to give comfort. Lend a "listening ear" to a troubled someone who was feeling what all of us know so well. That is the breaks for me. A few of you reached out wondering was I OK, was I dead, did I decide to quit??? Thank you for that. It was so kind.

There have not been enough hours to breathe, let alone work, eat, sleep, and such. You have been part of the "such."

Yes, we still know pain. Although returned to my profession full time, pain does not let me elude its grasp. None are immune. All continue.

Sure, I have the BLESSED gift of my wondrous Boston Scientific stim which helps manage pain. It works like a charm even unto this day. Most days it manages pain for me "MEDLESS" meaning I take no pills. I like that. That day last week though....it was a definite break through event. Glad I had the bottle of meds in my carryon. I needed it.

Bless you all,
Love,
M56

Originally Posted by pooh_ac