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Health and Long Life SERIES
This blog is about as personal as I would ever want to get with a close loved one, and here I am telling the world!
The Early 70's - Fingernails go, Unable to run
My level of embarrassment over this condition has gone on a graph like line similar to a wildly-gyrating stock market graph. But that's starting with the present and going backwards. Let's go back to the early 70's. When I graduated from college, I was the school handball champion. I was in the handball courts day and night and on the weekends. I was a fiend for exercise and upperbody weight lifting. In the early 70's it was free weights and flexing in the mirror. I say this only to make sure you understand I was a MANIC exerciser. I could never have foreseen that in just a few short years my body would SEIZE UP, and my fingernails and toenails would separate from the quick on the end of my digits and look LOUSY for the rest of my professional life.
It was a matter of about 4 or 5 years and jogging would freeze me up for days. It felt like the phrase of the day "lactic acid form over exercising". It was not lactic acid from over exercising, but I did not know what it was. I would awaken with pain and stiffness. I would become exhausted at the end of the working day.
Then my fingernails and toe nails started separating from the ends, forming large luminous yellow spaces that stood out like fog lights on the ends of my hands. This filled me with despair. I fought the feelings and tried to talk myself into not thinking about the fact that people would be pitying me and squinting and be disapproving and laughing at me for the rest of the next 35 years.
Yes there are those types of people who squint and look at your with displeasure as if you have done something to yourself, as if you are not hygienic, as if you are trying to disfigure yourself, just so they can hate you.
The 80's and the Patches -
In my 30's I began to develop psoriatic patches on my legs and waist and elbows. I would bathe and use topicals and try not to become alarmed. With this condition, you are always bargaining with yourself. You say: "It will only go this far and no more." I am communicating my level of suffering to let you know how UTTERLY TRANSPORTED I am by my HEALING. So, we go on.
The appearance of my psoriasis helped me investigate and read and study. I concluded - "Aha, I have Psoriatic Arthritis". I learned that only a few people have this condition in contrast to "simple" psoriasis. Being able to join the symptoms gave me a psychological kind of reference point. I started realizing I was really suffering and started getting very particularly observant of ALL of my levels of pain and suffering. One time one night in Golden, Colorado I thought MAYBE I could run for about a half mile. WRONG. I stumbled stiffly for three or four days. Depression deepened. Sadness overcame me. I kept on thinking about the life sentence. I kept on worrying about how bad it was going to get. It truly affected my life, and I thank my Wife and sit in complete gratitude that she stuck with me with my grief and my condition.
The 90's and More Stress -
In the 90's the "U" tipped and my poor body went into an even more inflamed state than it had been before. From 1998 to the present, I was truly suffering everyday. Of course the most demanding professional efforts, the hardest longest work and the deaths of family members and increasing older age and stressful family issues all came together in a mighty kick in the butt. SLEEPLESSNESS started taking over. From 2003 to 2008, my sleep was slashed into little 2 hour packets and fitfulness. Everyday I started was a day driven by a wasting adrenal gland and a completely inflammed estate. My psoriasis over this time ended up covering about 65 to 70% of my body. (All my back, stomach, lower arms, upper arms, ALL my shins and ankles and most of my thighs). It was terrifying to me. Even after all these years, in the end it was terrifying to observe. It was shamemaking to show the doctors. Just a devastating state!
Too Much Drama but Oh the Joy! -
Once I decided I wanted the injections, then there was the great waiting. I had to go get XRAYS and blood tests. Then after that I would have to wait for his next availability. THREE MONTHS I had to wait. My physical state was such that I could not walk a half block without seizing up and breathing very hard. I was at the bottom. I used to walk two to three miles like a breeze. Now I thought I was going to die. That was in November of 2008. I began taking my ENBREL shots in March of 2009.
Then injections Energy was exploding in me. Vitality was not like it had been since my early 20's. Positive Giddiness was pushing out of me. I was becoming insufferably happy. My stiff unmoveable neck was actually able to turn my head to each side.
#8 INJECTION - The Tipping Point -
Nott only is there an INVERTED U of diminishing returns -- a point where what you have been doing just doesn't work anymore and you are getting very little benefit -- there is also the TIPPING POINT. Well, SHOT # 8 was just one shot, but 3 to 4 days after I took it, my psoriatic buildup decreased to like 90 to 95%. My joints became buoyant and bouncy and my finger nails started turning back to 1978 conditions. It was like watching a movie backwards!
Enbrel, Humera and many other drugs (now 2020)
Its a drug called a "BIOLOGIC", and this class of drugs has established itself in studies and performance. I am thankful for the vision and the foresight and the plain old good business sense that went into its creation. Please avail yourself of a look on the internet, and a vist to your Doctor's office.