Pulling the masks off in pieces

Isy / / adaptation, communication tools, CRPS knock-on effects, documentation, imp-possible, perspective, radical presence/radical acceptance, self-care

Having crashed and burned in a (for me) spectacular manner, I’m being (ahem) encouraged by many of my nearest and dearest to stop pretending I’m so much healthier and stronger and more multi-systemically resilient than I am.

My underlying state of health is not good, and I hate discussing it. It’s tiresome and depressing. That said, ignoring it obviously doesn’t work for long. Need a 3rd way.

I’m pushing 60. Time to stop pretending I’m 34… which was my last year of what I still reflexively consider my normal health & athleticism, and it was also when this pain syndrome was laying down its first tracks. Between multiple bereavements, recurring respiratory infections, and repeated courses of megadeath antibiotics, my nervous system was primed for disruption.

As one friend said, “We habitually present a version of our pre-CRPS selves” and, outside my 4 walls and the privacy within, I don’t seem to have anyone else to be yet. How can I exist without coming off as hardy and buoyant? I don’t know what that could even look like.

I go out and do things in public view, then crawl home (nope still no car, yes it’s been all of 2025, yes I’m struggling more all the time, don’t ask) to recover in private. Those are my 2 gears. I’ve recently developed a half-gear of being in my garden plot, but that now requires a lift because the bus is too brutal – although I love that it’s currently free!

It feels like I’m waiting for the world to allow me to heal. If that sounds self-pitying, you’re probably right. I’m new to un-masking, and it’ll take practice to get the tone right – un-self-pitying, but fully honest for a change.

Showing showering

I’ve been drawing cartoons of lives like mine for years. I was waiting to put them into a book, but they’re doing no good in my folio and some have been there for way too long. I’ve also drawn communication tools. It didn’t seem time to share them before, but it sure does now.

First up…

Taking a shower on a bad day:

When I’m rash enough to shower on a bad day, it feels kinda like this.

This picture isn’t finished, but it’s good enough. You can enlarge it to see the way the (to my senses) appalling changes of temperature wrap around every individual drop’s path all the way into the drain.

I couldn’t find a way to draw the way each drop feels like there’s a hook in its head, physically latching onto and dragging energy out of my body. That doesn’t hurt (unlike the hot/cold nonsense) but boy, is it exhausting!

So, when you can tell (pew!) that I haven’t had a proper shower or even gotten wet recently, you’ll be able to surmise that the pain has been higher than my ability to cope with the intensity of the experience.

For the record – I gritted my teeth and showered & washed my hair yesterday morning! I’m taking a bow, frankly. I had a familiar audiobook to listen to, which sometimes can keep my attention off those hot/cold and dragging sensations.

Keep in mind that everyone’s pain is their own. CRPSers don’t all have the same experience in the shower, because, for some, it’s awful in some other way. Not all days are this bad, even 24 years in. Nuance is key. Also, boundaries.

My pain isn’t yours, and nor should it be.

The idea here is to give you a chance to look on, without looking for anything more than your witness. That right there is a powerful thing: just being seen.

Don’t take it on.  Just adjust your expectations, maybe, as I’m learning to do myself.

If you’re a bio-nerd, read up on how humans go from mad mitosis to having skin and organs. It is absolutely fascinating – and explains a lot about neurological variations!

Communication tool: moods & self-care

I’ve also got a delightful communication tool to share.

As we all now know, my mood may not reflect the outward, apparent situation. There can be stuff burbling away that affects me in ways I might not realize, but others can.

I came up with a rough drawing of a rating scale for my housemates to use (when I had some) and it was a huge help to get that objective feedback – without anyone being defensive! I’d sometimes find the magnet moved to a different number, then go away and take care of myself until I was pretty sure it could move back up. Usually, though, they felt free to call me over and show me where my behavior was, and I loved their honesty. Did me a lot of good.

Click here for the full-sized PDF: Irritability Scale

I particularly like how it indicates when a level of irritation is appropriate. That was a mind- blower for me, as I’d been telling myself that it was always bad to be unpleasant. Nope! Sometimes it’s perfectly appropriate!

I think, and hope, that sharing these images and tools will:

A. Be useful, and

B. Get it right through the concrete (taps own head) that I need to come up with ways to live and engage with the world that are congruent with this reality.

My inner Cleopatra, queen of de Nile, needs to get back to Egypt.

Cheers and virtual hugs are most welcome! I’m daunted by this job. I mean… I value honesty enormously… just not about my weaknesses and disabilities 🤣

The Beast

Isy / / activity, ANS and fight-or-flight, CRPS knock-on effects, loved ones, perspective, self-care, survival

One of the characteristics of CRPS and some other longstanding brain-driven pain conditions is the occasional personality transplants which, especially combined with memory-holes and perceptual shifts, can really do a number on relationships. This situation is called the Beast. Medically, it’s considered part of the territory.

I’ve been absolutely smug about my aability to stay away from the Beast. Since regular psychotherapy is part of the gold standard of treatment for CRPS, I’ve prioritized psych care — from professionals who have a good understanding of trauma and PTSD, since actual specialists in central pain are so rare, and trauma/PTSD is a good model to start from. That care hasn’t been possible for most of the past 5 months, and I’m taking stock of how much I’ve lost in that time, now that I’m back on the schedule.

I can count on 3 fingers (now 4) the times I’ve been the Beast in ~21 years. (I’m fuzzy on my first ~4 years of illness. It was a blur.) The most recent of those times was due to a neurotoxic exposure. One was when I lived in a mold infestation I hadn’t mitigated yet. One was during a particularly hectic trauma period. The current one was after I decided to make an extended, extravagant physical effort in not-very-safe air. I really thought I could pull it off, and just rest afterwards.

But these are reasons, not excuses. I hurt people who didn’t have it coming at all. I injured relationships I care about deeply and intend to protect. Today’s event cuts particularly deep.

“Why would you do that?” is an unanswerable question. If you don’t have this shit disease, it can’t be explained. All I know is that I felt myself being pulled under, not recognizing fractured memory and wacked perceptions. I grabbed for a rope. Didn’t think what it was attached to, because I thought I was drowning.

Mind you (adds that inveterate shit, Sarcastic Sister), my feelings are such that I’d rather be dead than hurt my loved ones. But this is not the time to say that, because it makes no sense from the outside, in light of what they just experienced from me.

Need a moment to process this.

So… diligent psychoemotional tune-ups, reasonable pacing of activity, and a safe environment are not at all optional. That rubric is my best insurance against the Beast. What I know from seeing my long-term survivor cohort is that there’s no guarantee I’ll be able to avoid the Beast forever. So, I’m wrestling with this reality and not really wanting to be here for my life. (“I’d rather be dead than feel this way” was a state my late BiL and I could bond over.) Many of my fellow CRPSers know the feeling, and it eases my soul ever so slightly to know it’s part of this disease experience, and not because I’ve actually become evil.

I’ve done what I can for now. I’m off home for meditation time, if I can, and a familiar show if I can’t. I have to remember how to rest and how to push myself no harder than is good for me. I have to take recuperation very seriously and basically expect nothing from myself for a week. I have to manage this terrible storm of feelings in the absence of a stable central nervous/ endocrine system. I hope to have the chance to rebuild a couple of relationships. We’ll see if that’s do-able. Fun times.

I’m looking for some more positive message to turn towards or even something to lighten this a little, since the point of this blog is “living anyway” in spite of what this craptastic disease does to people. The only thing I’ve got to offer right now is the passage of time and the hope of some recovery… within the context of this horror-show snowballing around me, around us all.

Where to start? Head to toe

Isy / / basics, care team, definitions & descriptions, Head, Head to toe

I’m going to give organizing my mental database a try here. The aim is to pick one broad topic each month and cycle through them in a year. I’m doing it the way nurses and doctors are taught to do it: head to toe.

Physical assessments have to go from head to toe, every time, without exception. This makes use of the brain’s basic tendency to work in patterns. If you assess every patient from head to toe, every time, then the variances are easier to find (because your brain is so dialed into what to expect at that point in the pattern) and it’s a lot easier to get to a sound differential diagnosis.

If I go to the doctor with a sore knee, the doctor is still going to notice my level of consciousness, attachment to or detachment from my environment, track my gaze and whether the sides of my face are more or less equal, differentiate how much of my limp is because my knee hurts and whether any of it is because my balance is off (all of that is about the brain), notice my breathing pattern (lungs), become aware of blood- flow problems (heart) showing up in my skin, and checking to see if I’m “splinting” or bracing against pain or weakness in my abdomen (g.i/g.u. systems) and hips (ortho, right above the knee).

An experienced doctor does most of this in 1 to 3 seconds, because it’s a head- to- toe assessment every single time and they can just let their pattern-matching brain (which is powerful and primal) take care of it and send up a flag to their conscious mind if anything is abnormal.

The medical term for “head to toe” is “cephalocaudal”, which literally means “head to tail”… but humans don’t have much in the way of tails, and our bodies keep going for quite a ways after them. I’d love to hear from my Latin-knowledgeable readers what the term should be!

I’m recovering from a migraine, which is very on-topic, but I’m not yet up to writing much. I thought I’d introduce this new structure, which I hope will be a bit simpler and less overwhelming than “what am I wrestling with right now that I could usefully write about?” There’s so much to write about, it magnifies the intransigence of the empty page. (Writers know what that’s like.)

A head.