Pain is a topic that I sometimes resist talking about – personally.  Maybe it pulls me out of gravitating toward masculine concepts of pushing through, not complaining, and accomplishing whatever I needed to despite this thing that people call “pain” (my learned experiences in martial arts, as well as experiences from my childhood may have contributed to my overlooking pain).

I would venture to say that everyone who has Parkinson’s disease either has already experienced, or will experience, some level of pain (either through dystonia, aches, cramps, etc.).   Recently, a friend was surprised to hear that I sometimes have pain, after seeing me grimace after I had miscalculating a steep step downward, he remarked, “I didn’t know that pain was a part of having Parkinson’s?”

If someone were to ask me (in the past) if I were experiencing a lot of pain, I would have most likely responded, “No, not much at all”. However, I would have been forgetting about my bouts of shoulder pain, heal pain, cramps in my legs, cramping in my neck, aches in my wrists, pain in my fingers, etc.  I probably would have been missing out on reporting the “waking up at night feeling like I was beat up” episodes that would also be considered as pain.

Yet, after my strong episodes of dystonia hit, there was no mistaking it – the guest that remained un-named, whom I tried to ignore, was right there, staring me in the face with each spell of curling in my feet, with each time I overexerted myself, and sometimes surprisingly random- it was my unwanted companion – “PAIN”.

Thank goodness that my pain is not constant.  I feel fortunate that I don’t notice a constant severe pain.  I hope it will never be constant nor severe enough that it becomes a dominant part of my Parkinson’s.

Speaking of overexerting, I somehow managed to acquire an umbilical hernia.  I am to receive surgery to repair the hernia this upcoming Monday.  I am concerned about the general anesthesia along with my medications (as well as issues of sleep apnea and other Parkinson’s aspects).  The hospital was supposed to call me – and they haven’t yet, I guess I will call them Friday and see if I can speak to a member of the anesthesia team.  If you believe in prayer or good vibes, please send something my way, especially on Monday.  I can’t say that I am scared, but I think most people (especially those with health issues) have some worries when you place your life in the hands of others in such a direct way.

In your life, I hope you manage to get through the stress that life brings and keep your head up.  Hang in there!  Keep on!