Given that I have primary progressive multiple sclerosis, my genetics probably aren’t all that great, but there are a few perks, one of which is my bone density. I sink like a rock in water but have never broken anything, despite all my clumsiness and mishaps. Well, I have broken my nose 3 times but that hardly counts. I wish I had a good story or 3 to go along with those incidents, but when I say, “I” broke my nose, I mean that I was the responsible party each time. I should probably make up something involving a fight, a daring rescue, or something of that sort, but there are just too many witnesses to dispute my claims.
Actually, come to think of it, my good bone density is a mixed blessing at best. I like the water and enjoy being in it, but it might be nice to be able to float. I am proud to have never broken a bone, but something’s got to give, so instead, I ended up with 2 knee surgeries, an ankle reconstruction, have a bulging disc in my neck, and have dislocated both shoulders, the right one, several times. Even though my left shoulder was only dislocated once, it is the more memorable experience because of how it happened.
When I was a young Ranger, we were doing an airfield seizure exercise at Cecil Field in Florida and while jumping in late one night my enormous watch (I like big, dumb, gadgety watches*) became tangled in the suspension lines of my parachute. When I landed, my attention went to my trapped left arm and instead of activating a canopy release assembly and deflating my chute, I started to unwrap the lines from my wrist. Unfortunately, the wind picked that moment to gust and instead of dragging me across the ground by my harness, my parachute stretched out the suspension lines wrapped around my wrist, extended my arm, and slowly pulled my shoulder out of socket.
For years, that was my 10 when asked to describe my pain on a scale from 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst pain I’d ever felt. Later on when I first dislocated my other shoulder, it happened quickly and before it popped back into place, there was a moment when I marveled at how little it hurt compared to that other incident. I suppose there’s a lot of differing factors that went into these two experiences but the general mechanism of injury was the same, something tugging me by the wrist until my shoulder dislocated, so why the big difference in the pain levels? My personal theory is that it was the mental aspect that made the difference. In one situation, I was surprised, with no time to react or resist and in the other, I knew what was about to happen, tried to stop it from happening, but had to watch it slowly happen anyway. Now that I think of it, that would have hurt me if I’d watched it happen to someone else, so I’m sure the mental factor made up a lot of, if not the majority of the difference.
MS is like that………..What, too abrupt of a segue? This is a multiple sclerosis blog, so you knew I’d eventually make some sort of comparison, right?
Like I was saying, MS is like that. Don’t misunderstand, it would still be bad (not to mention, really confusing) if I suddenly woke up like this one day, but having it slowly happen while I watch, knowing what’s happening, but powerless to stop it, feels worse somehow. For me, the parachute isn’t pulling anymore. No new lesions and no active ones in 5 years (Ocrevus?), but with no way to heal the damage (remyelinate), those demyelinated areas eventually die, and the disability continues to progress, even if the disease doesn’t.
The parachute isn’t pulling anymore, but the shoulder won’t pop back in. Great….now I’ve depressed myself.
Come on remyelination therapy.
*My home page picture was taken about 12 years after the events of this story. Note the big, gadgety watch. Joke’s on you parachute, I didn’t learn anything.