Living with Peripheral Neuropathy
by Chip
I didn’t know, at first, why my feet hurt so bad. I would wake up every 90 minutes or so every night.
Because of the ‘way’ they hurt I thought they were just cold. I tried wool socks. Wore wool socks at work. (Came to find out later heat exacerbates the pain.)
Then one day, sitting in a bar reading a gay-rag advertisement for HIV meds, I saw it. PERIPHERAL NEUROPATHY. That had to be it.
Why didn’t my doctor tell me about possible side-effects I should watch for? Is there some medication that could help? Would I always deal with this pain?
My doctor confirmed the diagnosis and said that some patients deal with the pain anywhere from 6 to 18 months. He explained the reason for the way my brain was ‘sensing’ that my feet hurt. He prescribed an antidepressant that works on nerves that may eradicate the pain.
I was so hopeful! How desperately I needed a full night’s sleep! Well, the medication DID help me sleep but the pain persisted.
After two or three medication trials and a pain specialist intervention, as well as about 10 years later… I still suffer the with pain of peripheral neuropathy. Everyone has heard of a cure, something that helps, how I can deal with this pain. I’m beginning to understand now, that I have become a completely different person because of this pain. Consider for yourself the possibility of a headache or toothache for ten long years. At times I joke that the original antidepressant was prescribed to prevent me from going crazy with this pain.
Don’t doubt for a second that I haven’t considered suicide. I’m not going to make this a long philosophical discussion that has become my life (my HIV status is playing second fiddle now). Everyone listens, everyone cares, everyone hopes and prays for me, people love me, and for that I am grateful.
Someone with a physical abnormality has no way to hide so that people won’t look and wonder or show compassion. Maybe that WOULD actually be harder to deal with on a daily basis than to just be in pain with no one noticing. Maybe I’m the cry-baby now, wanting somehow to make people know about my pain. Funny thing is that when the same people who know of my condition ask "how are you doing?" and I answer "okay", I sometimes want to scream “THEY HURT AS BAD AS ALWAYS AND EVEN WORSE TODAY!”
It would be very easy (let me tell you, very VERY easy) to give up. You may want to as well if you are reading this in between medicating yourself, whether physically, mentally or spiritually. I’m still here. I don’t wanna stick around all by myself. Hang in there. Tough it out with me. Rub some dirt in it. We’ll be OK some day. If not in this world, well for sure in the next…
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I so feel the pain in your voice,i live with a neg partner,who thinks i just want drugs,my doc is pushing away after givine gabapentin,an lyrica.. saying she only here to help me with hiv...i live in a town of 2000, so no available docs,my mom had strokes and left......dec 12th,i take 10 tylenol pm,s a night,an pray ill sleep,if i dont sleep you know what happens chip,we live in silence..how can you decribe the pain?? i admonished for dropping things,only one knows of the tylenol amount,14 gabapentin 6 tylenol and then 10 tylenol pms.that is my day?i never wear shoes,never leave the house,wear socks,underwear..my mom knew about my 12 yr hiv,and the side effects..i got prostate cancer...she had buried 2 kids and 2 husbands..i wonder today,if she wasent gonna bury another kid?when she had twins in 1958 she bought 7 plots for us...i wanna die soooooooooo bad it hurts!
ReplyDelete..your right chip,but how do you mentally get by?
my world is 34974 google me okeechobee florida,orange groves an beef cattle..im gonna look for a doc here..not 150 miles away...i had a car wreck also,c3 an 4 are gone....ill let ya know how this goes..i know i type scattered,
NO I DONT HAVE A GUN...