Sunday, July 23, 2023

Let's Talk About Pain...

Greetings,

Be warned this one is coming completely off the top of my head, so it is likely going to be a rambling discussion of subjects such as Pain Scales and other such things. Further, there will be other such topics of discussion when it comes to pain present here. Quite frankly, you're just going to have to read along to find out. If you want something substantially more structured, and a hell of a lot longer, have a read of the document I wrote. This one does not appear on my Patreon site because I wanted everyone to read it. I might put it up there as a public post, just to get a larger audience to read it.

Like the "Disability Conversation," the "Pain Conversation" makes people uncomfortable. In some instances it is because it results in the infamous "pain comparison" i.e., my pain is worse than yours, or I have experienced worse pain than you have. This comparison of pain is often a point-scoring exercise, rather than an exercise in understanding which is what is needed in a conversation about pain. If we can understand pain we can move toward dealing with pain.

Rather than a "pain comparison," there needs to be empathy between the people in the conversation, to try and understand the pain that the other experiences. The direction of such a conversation should be directed toward ways the pain can be dealt with, how the pain is removed, or how it is shifted so the person can get on with living. This is the important part, ensuring pain does not control our lives, that we don't just exist, that we live.

The Pain Scale in its classic form is a set of numbers from 0 - 10 where each represents the level of pain an individual happens to be in at the time. For chronic pain sufferers this scale is odd, strange even, as this mythical 0, often does not exist for them unless they are unconscious or anesthetised, or in some similar condition where the brain is inactive. Where there is chronic pain, the Pain Scale shifts, it does not shorten, it shifts, or can shift.

If an individual has "background" i.e., permanent pain, at 3, this is their new 0, therefore the 10 in their scale can be 3 steps above 10, and sometimes is due to being "used to pain." In other cases it works in a different way where the scale simply gets shorter. The other numbers are cut off, 3 is the new 0, and 7 is the new 10, because their pain has increased and their ability to cope has reduced.

In my case my Pain Scale is simply f*cked-up. Then again, I have fibromyalgia (FM), so most of my readers should not be surprised if they have been reading my posts. I have background pain all of the time, the level of which floats, depending on the day, weather, and activity. The only time I have 0 level of pain is when I am unconscious, anesthetised, or asleep (with VPAP on and night-time drugs taken). Pain usually wakes me up in the morning.

How do I deal with my "life of pain" as some writer put it? Depends. Some of the pain I can move to the back of my thoughts. I just tell it to go away because I have things to do, I am simply too busy to be in pain. Other times, I save up my "spoons" and blow the lot of them on activities I love, knowing that I am going to pay for the experience. 

Some will claim this is a "boom and bust" lifestyle and it is not good for me. My response is that I am a quality of life, not a quantity of life, sort of guy. I am going to live my life. I am not going to spend it restricting myself because an activity might hurt, or because I know it does, even though I enjoy it.

There will be those who will say, that this is not your way. No, it isn't. This is my way of living and having a life. I live and I do the things that I love. I contribute to society where I can through my activities and through my involvement with other people. I do my best to not let pain get in the way of these activities. 

I will not be bound. I will not be restricted. I will find ways and means. This is my way. I find each struggle and obstacle, not as a hindrance, but as a challenge laid before me. They are a chance for me to overcome these obstacles and struggles, but they are also a chance for me to overcome the greatest challenger of my life, myself. Pain is just another part of me that is a challenge to defeat. Look forward, not backward; look toward the life that is before you. Love your life. AMOR FATI - love your fate. 

Of interest, I went to the Pain Management Clinic (or whatever they want to call themselves this time), I saw the doctor and talked about my medications and so forth. She changed one of my medications, and my GP and I are discussing whether or not we will change another. I saw their psychologist, and her response was you are doing all that we teach, "What are you doing here?" I saw their physiotherapist and told her about what I do, she also said I was doing what I needed, "What are you doing here?" They both reported back to the doctor, and I was shortly thereafter discharged from the clinic over the phone... might have helped me dropping that 88-page monster I had previously indicated. I believe that my understanding of pain is quite complete, but I am always learning.

Cheers,

Henry.

Tuesday, May 9, 2023

"I am Disabled"

Greetings,

There are people out there who will instantly reel in shock from those three words stating, “No, you should refer to yourself as a person with a disability.” To which my answer is and emphatic “No.” There is a story behind this and also a statement. 

I have always been chronically ill, it has only been the illness which has changed. I started off with asthma when I was young (misdiagnosed as chronic bronchitis to begin with). I spent most of my childhood bouncing from the doctors to home to hospital, so much so that the hospital got nicknamed my "second home." It may not have helped that I was having none of it, and was out doing what boys of my age were doing, playing sports, camping and generally having fun, but I sure as hell was not going to live in a bubble, as much as one of my friend's mothers decided she was going to try. I am not the sort of person who usually just gives in to my illness and goes and does nothing.

Once I just started to get my handle on this, as I grew and exercised more, I started getting pain in my fingers and my wrists, over a period of time this spread and began affecting all my joints. I got bounced from one rheumatologist to that, one specialist to that. No one had any answers in the beginning. The only thing that they could tell me was it was not in my head, there was "something" wrong. Not helpful in a world that wants names for things to put on paperwork. I proceeded with life as best I could denying the pain as best I could, denying that there was really anything wrong. It would take years before a) they gave a name to my problem (fibromyalgia) and b) before I would acknowledge that I had a disability, as much as I had friends (and some family) telling me so.

The fact that I can now own that title, the fact that I can now say, "I am disabled." gives me power. This is a part of myself that was missing for years. Now that I have a greater understanding of myself, I can do more, be more. I am embracing it even more these days. Waving it in people's faces to let people know that disabled issues have not been solved, and that we (as in the disabled community) will not be pushed aside. 

Go have a look at the United Nations' Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities and the Americans with Disabilities Act 1990 or the Disability Discrimination Act 1992 if you're in Australia, read them well. Then, realise people with disabilities are still being ignored and denied human rights and freedoms other people take for granted. Why? Because people think that so long as these laws are followed, that's enough.

Now for the statement:

How I refer to myself, how I identify myself is more important than any label any other person might want to give me.

I find power in the statement, "I am disabled." Having a disability is a part of my life, and one that took me years to accept. It is not about being alone, quite the opposite, there is a community of people with disabilities. Having a disability just another state of being, it is just another state of being human. No different to being tall, short, thin, fat, black, white, or any of the many other labels we might use to describe ourselves. The state of being disabled just happens to have some other issues to contend with, most of which can be overcome if people in society have a care and consideration for their fellow man.

"Disability" and "disabled" are not a offensive words, people's reactions to them are, as are people's reactions to people with disabilities. 

People are concerned about "politically-correct" language, and don't want people to call themselves "disabled." Well, as a disabled person, I will say that that is not your choice, it is my choice what I call myself. It is my perspective which gives meaning to the statement of my identity, you don't have to understand it, it really only has to have meaning for me.

Cheers,

Henry.

Sunday, April 9, 2023

Monetisation: A Question of Requirement

Greetings,

I have previously discussed the question of what my time is worth, and also a post about whether or not my time at university was a waste of time. I have been happy cruising along with my payments from Services Australia, under the auspices of the Department of Social Services. Yes, regardless of their re-branding, change of logo, or whatever, they are still the Department of Social Services, or DSS in Australia. However, more recently, there have been comments about what advantages I have, what privileges I have, and quite frankly with the way that the government has been managing the country, I have been feeling the squeeze on the more social/comfort parts of my life.

The result of all of this consideration? 

There needs to be a little background before I get to that. I write four blogs at the moment, this one, "A Fencer's Ramblings" my fencing blog where I discuss fencing and training in fencing, and all of the details that go along with that pursuit; "A Life with Fibromyalgia" where I discuss some of my medical history, and how I deal with my chronic illnesses, primarily fibromyalgia; and "Olde Wordes: An Examination of Elizabethan English" which began as a foundation for writing the Elizabethan portion of one of my books, which I published, His Practice in Modern and Elizabethan English. This was the second book that I have published, the first one was a book version of a series of my fencing blog articles, plus some extras added in, entitled Un-Blogged: A Fencer's Ramblings.

I write a lot most of my writing does not see the light of day, unless I find that the articles are of particular interest to a particular group. You can find a profile of me on academia.edu with more of my articles; these are more of a scholarly bend to them, though at least one of them is a bit of fun. The point here being that I have written a lot and seen very little in the way of financial recompense for the hours of work and the thousands and thousands of words I have written.

I have begun a profile on Patreon. I will be putting my more considered and researched articles on this site where people can pay me for the effort that has gone into producing the articles. I will not be removing articles from sites where they are already held, unless I do updates or improvements. In this case the newer versions will appear on the Patreon site for access to those people willing to pay me for my time and expertise.

I have no doubt that there will be some who will scoff at these efforts and who will make comment about the monetisation of my writing. To these people, I will say that I am simply expecting to be paid for the work that I am putting in, for the information that I am supplying, for the expertise that I am supplying in the process. If that is not sufficient explanation, then they can simply go elsewhere, as they are not my concern.

I will still put articles on my various blogs, but they will not be of the same size or quality that they used to be, they will be shorter, and likely pointing to more significant articles on the Patreon site. If you want someone to blame for all of this, you can blame the government; all the rich individuals who don't want to pay their taxes; and all those who still believe that people with disabilities choose not to work, and choose to allow their disabilities to impact their lives so much that the government keeps disability payments low, so low that they are under the taxable threshold, while the prices of basic food and accommodation rises.

Cheers,

Henry.

Wednesday, January 18, 2023

Happy for the Challenge

 Greetings,

I do not post on this blog as much as I have previously, and I probably should. There are things which, I should speak about; which should appear on this blog because they are relevant to me as a person with a disability, but this will come a little later on. This post came about after some thought about my situation, some philosophical thought one could say, but I think it is important that I state it.

To be clear, before I begin this post, I would prefer not to have that list of conditions. I would prefer to be well, and have the concerns of finding "normal" employment. This would have given me access to my dream job, changed a lot of things in my life, and prevented a lot of things that occurred in my history. However, I do not regret any of my history, because it made me the man I am today; without all of that, I would not be presenting the blog that so many readers have enjoyed. Here I state, that I  embrace my fate, I love my life, in the words of Friedrich Nietzsche, amor fati - love your fate, and so I shall.

I am happy for the challenge that fibromyalgia and all my other conditions have presented. If I did not have my disabilities, there would be a long list of things that I would not have done, and would not have known about myself. I will present these things for you to read and to consider.

If I did not have my disabilities: 

I would not have found so much strength. My disabilities forced me to find ways to adapt to the changes in my body. They forced me to find ways to prevail where, by all accounts I should've crawled into a corner and given up. I found this strength within myself, because I had to, and because I went looking for it, because I chose to go looking for it.

I would not have the opportunities I have to write, research, and fence. My conditions have prevented me from getting a "normal" job. They have prevented me from getting the paying version of my dream job. In the same way, because I don't have a "normal" job, I have time to write, I have time to research and I have time to develop my skills in swordplay. More, to choose what I write and research, because I am beholding to no one in this regard.

I would not have the opportunity to choose my path. In the same way as the above, if I was not on the disability pension, I would have to find a job. Likely this would entail "something to pay the bills" rather than doing what I love to do. Because I am on a pension, due to my disabilities, I choose my path, choose the path of an author, fencer and self-publisher.

I would not have the opportunity to enrich my life. Some would think that this is odd due to the lower fiscal situation that disability pensioners find themselves in. I enrich my life through reading, through a greater understanding of the world, through a enriching my mind through reading philosophy and understanding the great minds that came before us. I have the time to enrich my life with knowledge.

I would not have found some of the lovely people I have, nor grown such connections with them. I have a lot of people to be thankful in my life. Without my disability I would not have found these people, and it is not because they are support people, though they all fulfil this role in their own way. No, I have grown friendships as a result of kinship through disability; friend support friends. I have found that there are good hearts out in the world, you just have to find them. I will not name these people, but I hope they know who they are. Understand this when I say, I love you all.

There are twists of fate, or circumstance if you are of a more scientific mind, which occur which seem cruel at the time. They seem to rip and tear at us, they seem to leave us twisted and broken, not the same people who we were before. It is true a person will never be the person who they were before, this is the nature of time; you are not the person you were yesterday. You are not even the person you were before you read this article. The question is always how we treat these situations and their results.

A portion of time arrives, a situation occurs during that portion of time; a person makes a choice during that portion of time. Afterward the person must learn to live with the consequences of that decision. This is life. There are circumstances where there is no choice made by the person, the choice comes afterward, the choice is how the person deals with the aftermath of the situation, here there is still choice and the consequences of that choice, and doing nothing is a choice.

The beginnings of this is being thankful for your life, and I surely am. I have many things to be thankful in my life, those listed above are a short list. Remember, your life could always be worse than it currently is, there is always someone who could claim that they are having a harder time that you. Take what you have of your life and embrace it. Take the challenge of life and live it, and live it well. Be thankful for the challenges, embrace them as a chance to grow.

Cheers, Henry.