January 6th, 2022 is my 10,000th day of chronic constant pain. When you go to a doctor for pain, they usually give you a diagnosis. I’m what happens if they don’t.
But, for a very positive attitude and gritty drive to overcome, i dont’ know where i’d be.
I don’t like the words “chronic pain”as a description. It’s not a diagnosis. A light google search for that returns instructions on how to breathe better, etc and the description that it’s former pain that your brain is stuck on. Breathing can definately be helpful, but it doesn’t solve the problem. I call it constant pain rather than chronic. I have come to understand my symptoms much better, but it took 24 years (8,760 days) to find key information about CSF leaks which I feel is certainly part of the syndrome. But more on that many days below. I call my pain constant pain, as it is generated by damage from a very bad, 1 storey fall. It is not imagination. It’s not psychosomatic. Real things matter to it.
I’m not a complainer, I’m a grateful person and I don’t wallow (much) in the muck of it all. I always try to make progress in a positive direction. It is a drag on operating like a normal person, let’s admit that. And it has been for 10,000 days nonstop. I have discovered things that helped and overcome challenges, but it’s still a bitch!! Anyway, just for the record:
10,000 days
It is 10,000 days from the start date (8/22/94) to this date (1/6/2022), inclusive.
Or 27 years, 4 months, 16 days including the end date.
Or 328 months, 16 days including the end date.
Alternative time units
10,000 days can be converted to one of these units:
- 864,000,000 seconds
- 14,400,000 minutes
- 240,000 hours
- 10,000 days
- 1428 weeks and 4 days
- 2739.73% of a common year (365 days)
If I rolled back 10,000 more days, I’d be around 11 years old.
So, to observe this unbelievable event: here’s a short accounting by the count of days. This is long and barely scratches the surface. Knowing others that suffer like I do, I want to put my story ‘out there.’ I will say that I am in considerably less pain now than I was back on day 1. I write this from a place of being thankful for those that have supported me amidst this struggle. It’s an invisible thing, so this is about making it visible.
Before day one, I was healthy, energetic, and not in any pain. I was successful as a software developer and a father. I owned a house. I had 4 weeks a year paid vacation, tons of sick leave since I never called in sick. I traveled the country as a consultant and application software developer and was a go-to guy for dozens of programmers in my company. I had won a big national award from CompuServe when they were the biggest kid on the online block. Like before in my life, in school, in the Navy and now in my career, I pretty much excelled or did well at whatever I took on.
Then I fell through a ceiling, one story head first, bashing the rear of my head on a rafter before folding, and dropping through head first
Two rapid-fire concussions and a separated shoulder. At the ER, they treated the shoulder and pretty much ignored the head injuries since, well, they weren’t obvious. TBI was not a big topic until the wars and football injuries started generating coveage. I recovered well, so I thought. The brain injury had already shown itself, negatively, but I didn’t see it or even think about it.
A year and a half later, I built this inflatable raft, and though it had a motor, the motor wouldn’t start one day, so I decided to go row for hours. I did the same again the next day. The weather was beautiful and I was rowing all around Island Estates and Clearwater Bay.
That generated a severe stress injury, that acted upon the structure of my head and neck, I beleive, due to the previous injury, leaving me invisibly in this horrible pain, focused in my neck, but I later learned, generated from within the skull.
That was the mistake the seeded the chronic pain. Essentially, while I slept, bones in my head and neck got locked out of place in ways that still remain undiagnosed. That Monday morning, I awoke and the first move to get out of bed brought shocking pains. Eventually, I could get up but many movements and postures seemed to generate sparks of pain every few seconds. Thus began day 1. I uttered ouches from every movement it seemed, also my neck felt pushed physically out of line, a symptom I began to call ‘the biker’s boot.’
Days 1 through 3 – Almost couldn’t move. Intense nerve pain. I had to go back to work so after a few days off, I struggled back. I had no idea that I was at the beginning of a lifelong struggle. I put on a smile and went back to work, but the ouches came with me.
Day 4 through 571 (appx) – Continued to work, but using sick days a few hours here and a few hours there, trying to find answers from doctors without success. They loved my insurance coverage. Doctors should have to have some measure of expected success, even if a person is expected to die. I did not have good experiences with the trigger point injections, facet block injections. I had test, treat, repeat with no improvement, but lots of insurane billing.
People did not like hearing me ‘ouch’ as went about my work. They didn’t realize that I sucked up a lot more than I uttered. A few employees were very supportive, including my manager. She really was great. The CEO was not. Day in day out, no sleep, working in an exhausted state, trying to pretend to be normal. I still miss that job. After making a splash there I just faded away.
Day 572 through 755 – Insurance covered Short Term Disability. I really focused on trying to find medical answers. Found instead, that they really loved my insurance but didn’t care if they actually helped me or not. Total failure of the medical system. I have a old page with 11 diagnosis on it. All but one are wrong, some would be impossible, like “Post Laminectomy Syndrome” when I’d never had a laminectomy. That really epitomizes most of my search for relief.
Day 756 through 1301– Realizing that, without a diagnosis, I’d never get Long Term Disability that I’d paid for and deserved (as much as I hated it). The commercial medical system didn’t recognize their failure in me, but I had no answers. So I looked for work that I could handle in my condition. I could not perform to the expectations of my best job ever. I did sue the insurance company and did receive a pittance which the very good lawyer took like 40% of. No one understood my pain, but everyone didn’t want to hear about it anymore.
I found a job that pain squat, but it was a software development job and in exchange for working for a pittance, they put up with my pain, grudgingly. I wrote a great system for them. I’m really proud of it. I took twice as long as it should have, that was an area of friction, but I wrote it. When I saw them they showed me a single piece of paper on which they’d drawn a screen layout, and asked if I could write it. I said I could, and I did. From scratch, I created a day-trading system that managed stock quotes and trading with the NASDAQ stock exchange. The software became successful, they started getting investors, my salary went up. Then they wanted me to basically operate like I didn’t have chronic pain, the pain had become an issue. I couldn’t help the pain so we had a huge falling out. Luckily, I had pushed for stock certificates they’d promised when we started, now that investment was coming in, so the gave me that before the falling out and I was able to sell it back to have a little cash to live on, for a short time. what to do now?
Day 1302 through Day 1972 – I had learned from other chronic pain sufferers online that opioids were helpful for them. I had not considered it, but, after 3 years of not sleeping, I was ready to try. I suffered humiliations in my efforts to find good pain control so I could sleep and work. Finally, a doctor my wife had worked for, a cancer doctor saw me and, based on her credibility, he took me on and prescribed opioids. I still remember that first night of 6 hours of sleep as an ultimate pleasure. The next few days, I slowly recovered from that level of exhaustion. Ultimately I scored a great subcontractor job at the Home Shopping Network. It was after the doctor increased my dosage to a point where I could work there for, like 22 hours a week. I still was in intense pain but it was padded. The details of surviving this period are many, too many for here
Day 1973 through day 2,577: A really tough period. I came to the VA when the option was offered, hoping for answers. Instead, after pulling me off opiods and back into worse pain, the resumed the opioid therapy, however, they reduced my dosage by 1/3 and I couldn’t handle the activities of life at the level. I lost the HSN job in a very difficult way and ended up with no income again. I was in more pain.
I next found a job I could work online for a guy in Memphis who had a backup software company. His software was terrible and I volunteered to help fix it, it was in VB6 which I knew well. This is for so little money but the promise of building something. I worked in a lazy boy chair because my condition forced me from upright long before I realized what that meant. The details of how I worked in this condition are a story of struggle I can’t detail here. I will say that I did greatly improve his software and we started making sales and my income grew, for a few months, then September 11, 2001 happened. that was on day 2,577. Business died and stayed dead, back to poverty. September 11th made me feel like the nation joined me in chronic pain. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
Day 2,576 through Day 3,695: I continued to work for him, but even that environment became toxic as I became the support guy and programmer after the support guy left. The problem with that scenario is if you have a bug and everybody is calling about it. You tell them how to get around it but never get the chance to go through the code and actually fix it. I was in terrible pain, It became harder and harder and on approximately day 3,695 I gave up, quit, and lay on the couch mostly for the next 2 years.
Day 3,696 through Day 4,303: I call this period “The Collapse.” I could not function like normal people. The dose of medication was not enough, and it was a high dose. I did better on higher. I would go several days on lower doses so I could save higher doses for days the family did something, or some event demanded that I be in less pain. I finally convinced my doctor to raise the dose and it was like a bird getting wings. It was freeing. This pain condition makes you feel heavy, so with adequate pain control I felt lighter. However, a contractual issue caused them to cut the meds after a few months.
Day 4,304 through day 4,364: The doctor was surprised when he told me they were cutting off the meds. I had, for a long time, wanted to get off the opioids and experience my real pain, as a confirmation, if you will, and so I welcomed it. I had been on opioids for 9 years. He actually winced when he told me they were cutting me off, as if he expected me to be angry. He really never understood my ordeal.
I was on 180m of morphine a day, that’s a lot. That’s 60mg every 8 hours. He suggested how I should titrate off. I had my own math and calculated a 2 month titration period. I spent most of the summer of 2006 in a fetal position as I spaced out the doses, 8 hours, 16, 24, 48,etc. I stuck to my schedule. When the meds were gone, I was back to being unable to sleep, worse than before, and experiencing rising exhaustion. I was not addicted, but physical dependence is a real and brutal thing. I feel for those that are addicted and I don’t remember my 40’s very well. I’d rather they addressed the phsical issues
Day 4,365 through 4,425: I went back to my doctor, explaining how I newly felt different symptoms now that I was reconnected with my pain. I explained how pressing my head in certain areas brought tinges of relief, enough that they should mean something. He scoffed and minimized my questions, telling me my pain was all from my neck. I rolled my eyes as I left his office. He was a good doc, he had been kind to me, but he had a million patients (exaggeration of course). I just mean, at the VA, doctors have many patients.
I returned home and immediately searched for that symptom, “head pressure” which led me, through an amazing testimonial, to Neurocranial Restructuring (NCR), which just rang in my troubleshooting senses as the first thing I’d ever seen that might help. A lot of research confirmed that it was worth a try. I looked for negative reports and found a few, but came to realize that they all pointed to the same, single case. It appears that the articles were just to cast a negative light as those reports were mostly by orthopedic surgeons. There is a downside to NCR in that some practitioners may not be good at it. I found a good one.
I saw Dr. Arrandt in Miami on day 4,423 for a 4 day series of treatments, directed towards the inside of my head. The first day, my vision improved drastically, my spine released a constant tension I’d been living with for years near my coccyx. ON the 3rd day, day 4,425, the most intense pain that had been at the core of not being able to sleep was, miraculously, lifted off of me. As I drove home, I realized I was still in constant pain, but the worst single pain symptom that had been absolutely on me like a fixture 24/7 of every one of the preceding days, was gone. It was like my pain was reduced by 2/3, a bittersweet victory.
Day 4,426 through Day 5,062: I drove home across the Everglades whooping and hollering at all the alligators and eagles I saw. I was ecstatic. I returned home and nobody seemed to even notice until I started sleeping all night and doing more in the day. I was far from being able to resume life. I had a long recovery to go through, more than I knew. I felt like a tiny, inch-tall person. I had been so minimized there just aren’t words. I was wrung out.
I took a job from some really terrible people, part-time, at minimum wage. A former world-class computer software developer now working as a clerk for a tree service, guys who were high on cocaine all the time. Oh, what a terrible job. Over the following months, I found a little work, but man, I had a long way to go. The computer software industry had moved on, my knowledge was of archaic products, but even so, many people used Microsoft Access and I was an expert in it, so I found a company that needed their access software working better and took the job. Luckily it was a family connection, so they were understanding of my slow progress.
I started working on their project 5 months before day 5,062 and it was impossible for me. I would get up and sit down at a computer to write their software and literally, not be able to envision a single line of code, where I need to write thousands. I would get up every day, try to work for 20 – 30 minutes, make no progress, zero, and give up until the next day. I could not sit up in a chair without intense pain, but I was still a ways from know that being upright itself caused me pain. I started to research brain injuries. It’s not a great stretch to imagine that a fall like mine coud result in some brain injury. Reading about executive function really hit home. I’ve still never had a doctor really take that seriously. They don’t know what a brain injury feels like from the inside, I do. I didn’t recognize it for all this time, but I was becoming aware.
I should have gone back for 4 more treatments from Dr. Arrandt. He is an awesome healer and I would go see him tomorrow if I could afford it. It was always money, or lack of it, in the way. Anyway, one day I got up to try and work, quit, and then, just happened to watch a show on cavemen on the History Channel. It showed each species of cavemen and then how their brains had grown. The frontal lobe was bigger and bigger and they went from eating termites on a stick to mastering fire, the wheel, clothing, farming, etc with that bigger frontal lobe. Maybe it needs to be bigger to save the species, but that’s beyond the scope of this post.
The point is, the show made me realize that maybe my brain was impacted by my skull. The top of my head had long felt like there was a stack of encyclopedias on it. Somehow that show made me think that another NCR treatment might help relieve that symptom by providing more space for my frontal lobe. Somehow that occurred to me. I found a doctor of NCR that was closer and was coming to Orlando for a weekend, so I booked a treatment. Luckily, he was real good.
Three days 6/29-7/1/2007 he did 4 treatments. On the last day, I challenged Dr. Steffey to really make a difference. He did 4 adjustments, strongly. When I left to go get in my car, I felt myself walking faster in such an amazing feeling. This treatment had lifted some of that weight off and I could think more clearly and even move faster, given the same effort. I began programming again the very next day. After 5 months of trying, then a weekend of NCR, I started rebuilding myself the very next day. I still think better because of that NCR treatment so long ago. The stack of encyclopedias feeling reduced to more like a small stack of paperbacks. Still a little pressure up there, but a major and lasting improvement.
10,000 days takes a lot to cover. If you’re still with me, thank you.
About NeuroCranial Restructuring: Some folks have asked me about it, so let me explain my perspective as a non-medical person. If ones head is ‘off-center’ for whatever reason, the spine will curve to try to hold it up. That can reflect through the body. NCR uses small balloons and a blood-pressure squeeze pump to inflate it quickly through one of your six sinus cavaties. This effects an adjustment that can be applied at a variety of angles and a variety of strengths.
This might sound crazy but this description fit how it gave me relief. When a baby is born and exits the birth canal, that baby’s head is enlongated. Over the next day or so, that head becomes rounded perfectly for the rest of life. Likely, the structure of our head in nature, is designed for the need to squeeze through that tight space at birth and to blossom into that beautifully rounded baby-skull. I saw this in my kids birth. The processes that did that still exist in your head. If one has distortion to the skull for whatever reason, that impact of the balloon on the sphenoid bone, which touches almost all of the bones of the skull, can cause a release that lets the skull itself, using it’s own muscles, to become more symmetrical, instantly with more improvement over time. Done right. That description parallels how it felt for me.
It’s usually a 4 day series of treatment. On my first day, my vision dramatically improved and my spine also relented a pain that had been with me for years. On the third day, what I believe was a long lasting displacement of my sphenoid bone itself was reset and the never-ending ‘Bikers boot’ shoved into my neck dissappeared, forever. 2/3 of the intense pain seemed to be relieved. In the second treatment series, that last day literally improved my ability to think by removing pressure of my skull on my frontal lobe. It was like my brain was breathing better.
The idea of the balloon, some find disturbing, but I love it, done right. The discomfort is momentary and after the improvements I had, well, I have no probem with it. That’s all about that.
Day 5,063 through Day 5,811: I wanted to learn modern programming languages, but I was still in such a state that it was harder than it should be. I did manage to do some work for those folks and get them a program that worked. I started looking for a real job, but I still had a real problem with being upright, and especially the posture of sitting upright, but I didn’t know it. I found a little gig here and there, but never enough. I had become, literally, desocialized, especially during the two years of the collapse. I got so I wouldn’t participate in conversations. I was outside of everyone. I started going to a Wednesday night open mic with my son, playing songs, listening to others, and music began to restore my ability to socialize. It’s still not what it was, but it was so effective, I don’t how I could have recovered that part of me without music.
I took a programming job that required Microsoft Access and Net. I knew access and did ok there, but I could not figure out Microsoft asp.net, whatever version it was then. It was difficult to program from scratch and I failed to make progress on it. The economy took a dump and that job left me. It would be another 2 years to find a programming job. That was about day 5,811 that I answered a craigslist ad and went to work as an intern for much less than a seasoned programmer should make, BUT! The guy was a guru and I wanted a job with a guru so I could learn to program in .NET. for about 10 months, that’s exactly what happened. He would answer my questions and my knowledge grew through working with it. I sucked up a lot of pain, it was painful to learn, but I did.
That was a good plan. When it came time for a review, I asked for more than he wanted to pay, plus I found a job paying three times as much. I was still limited to 4 hours a day due to the way the pain increased while sitting at a desk. I still didn’t realize the direct connection as it would come on slow.
I had also, in this period, started to actually book gigs as a pro musician. I was doing a few. It was easier to stand for 4 hours than to sit upright in a chair for one. I pressed on.
5,812 through 7,442 II was still limited to 4 hours a day due to the way the pain increased while sitting at a desk. I still didn’t realize the direct connection as the pain would come increase over time. Other sharp pains were present always in movement, they still are. Playing music for an audience became the most effective pain relief. Even though my pain would sometimes grow, I had physical adjustments that helped, and again, playing music is like morphine in its ability to suppress pain. I had a 16 hour a week job and occasional gigs, and it wasn’t a lot of money, but I kept at it.
I picked day 7,442, ironically, also a January 6th, for that was when I started hosting a Tuesday night open mic. That opened up the local music market and built me a friend list of musicians and fans and venues that feels like a huge family. Not only that, it improved my ability to function in public. It improved my musicianship greatly. It improved my self-respect and self-confidence, the latter of which I still have trouble with.
Day 7,443 through 8,719: I can’t even tell you the disruptions and misdirections I took trying to get back to a fully feathered bird. The music was my rock, and it continues, but on this day, day 8,719 (7/6/2018). my understanding of my condition improved when I found information on CSF Leaks. It and a couple other conditions, all very rare and little known, turned out to match so many of my symptoms that I recognized it right away with amazement.
First, a video by Dr. Carroll of Stanford University explained to me why I had gone undiagnosed for so long. Then, I joined a Facebook group with thousands of patients and supporters and learned things that have helped me since. Getting credibility for my own knowledge has been challenging. I don’t ever expect to ever receive curative treatment.
Day 8,720 through Day 9,308 Open mic was cooking, the first venue had closed down and so we relocated to another, and then another, and then where we are now, still going at the Sandbar Grill on Wednesday nights, but day 9,308 was the beginning of the shut-down. The local music industry just died 100%. Boom. No income again. I decided to try to learn the latest programming language from Microsoft and find a client to write software for. Amazingly, I did.
Day 9,309 through day 9,521: Through I had a lot to learn so I couldn’t charge for my learning time, so it was a very thin money period for me. I went to spend several weeks with my 97-year-old Mom in the Georgia mountains. That was wonderful. The pain from being upright was so bad, I could only work effectively laying down, and I use the word effectively lightly. It was hard to make progress through the pain, but I did. I wrote a program in Blazor, Microsoft’s latest and greatest programming platform.
I returned home as more and more places were booking musicians, so I resumed a less full docket of shows. The open mic returned and we were all masked and careful. Being a musician, you could mostly stay out of people’s ‘breath stream’, although there’s always that ‘one guy.’
I had been wrestling with persistent and increasing hoarseness. I went to see the ENT.
Day 9,522 to Today: The visit with the ENT exposed the problem. I learned that I had cancer in my larynx that had affixed itself to me in two places, including one vocal cord. My voice was terribly hoarse, and I continued to try to perform, but people stopped booking me. I had to go into 29 days of radiation to my larynx. Overall, I was very lucky to have suffered no spread and not require chemotherapy.
The radiation ended a couple months ago. My voice has greatly recovered, but remains weak and except for a period of about 9 days when I was three weeks in, I tolerated the treatment pretty well. The doctors and nurses all wanted to know if I had any heart or diabetic issues, which I didn’t. I told them about my chronic pain condition, and though they took note of it, like always, the level of pain is not appreciated. Dr. Lee prescribed gabapentin for me, and during the roughest days suggested that I increase from 1 pill per dose to 2, or even 3. So I did 3 pills 3 times a day. 7AM, 3PM, and 11PM.
A couple weeks after increasing that dose, I suddenly noticed that a huge portion of my chronic pain was subdued. 900mg of gabapentin helped with my constant pain more than cancer pain. Except for the worst days, my regular pain was been worse than cancer pain. The gabapentin has directly suppressed the interruptive property of my pain until the structural pain rises up. This ‘structural pain,’ no one has addressed or even knows about. It’s inexplicable. The only thing that ever helped with that was NCR.
One would have to follow me around for three days, observing my movements and understanding the why behind them to truly understand the torment I endure from the structural component which involves CSF leak symptoms that get very strong.
I just wrote my doctor again. My script had been for 2 pills each dose, and at that level, I still found it hard to be upright. Then I ran out last week. I had ordered a refill weeks ago. Apparently, the oncology department cancelled it and it was never sent. I don’t know why they did that without talking to me. I didn’t know it was cancelled until weeks later. So my GP put a script for 2 pills, 3x a day in. It arrived 3 days after I ran out.
So I sent her a note yesterday. When I received the meds, I wanted to take 3 and see if the significant improvement could return. As I write this, it has. In fact, at my pain levels of a few days ago, it would highly unlikely that I would write a piece this well in a single afternoon.
Epitaph
Before starting cancer treatment, I went to the web looking for Blazor programmers, so that in the case that I was unable to respond to one of my customer’s needs, they would have an option. I met this fellow, Gikas, in Chicago that graciously offered to be available.
Gikas and I had a very long talk. Our careers started about the same time and had I not fallen and ended up with a brain injury and this constant pain. My career would look a lot like his, but it was cut short. I can’t tell you how great the job was that I had. I would have never left it.
I’ve rebuilt the potential for a programming career, even here at age 65. I’m not prone to jealousy of what other people have. Good for them is how I feel. I have always wanted my work, my production to speak for me, but when you are suffering what I was, it’s impossible to plan and achieve like a normal person. Convservatively, being in constant pain for 10,000 days has cost me 2 million, who knows, in my industly with my creativity, maybe 10 mil.
I am, at age 65, suddenly very reflective. The loss that has accompanies this is hard to define a value for, it’s huge. I was a scuba diver, but couldn’t afford to do it, how many dives did I miss. How many months and years was a parked on morphine. I can’t remember my 40’s as I was on opioids at high doses to be able to sleep for 9 years. Pretty much my entire 40’s. I miss knowing what happened those years. Sometimes a person comes up to me and describes something that I don’t remember at all. Sometimes I don’t remember the person I’m speaking with even.
I played guitar with a fellow who was also an ER physician. He once told me he recognized the opioid use in my eyes. Even though I was never an addict and toonly ok my meds as prescribed, I felt the effects of having been on it for a very long time. I don’t know if my eyes still show it. Doc has since passed away. What a guy.
So, this has been an epic struggle. I write this not just for myself but to increase understanding. Other people suffer from invisible conditions and ‘blame the patient’ situation. We are small populations that suffer things like this and get no recognition. I write this with so much compassion for all that suffer from things like this. Use my story to inform.
Meanwhile, starting day 10,001, I will continue to try to overcome, daily.