#muscle spasm

[beigetiger]

I need someone to violently manhandle my right arm until it cracks

[rootfish13]

Having a massive back and torso cramp/Charlie horse/muscle spasm after I used the library toilet. This is the worst I've had in years I don't know what's wrong with me. I was doubled over in pain in the bathroom I can't even sit still in this chair because I am writhing in agony.

[whatshouldwecallchronicillness]

When the muscle relaxants kick in and things get weird...

[disabled-and-cute]

Can my leg just not with the muscle spasms tonight?

It’s like “oh, you’re in the middle of something important? Let me just screw that up real quick.”

I hate my leg sometimes.

[lisophisen]

Me: *about to fall asleep*

My knee: Wouldn’t it be fun if I got a spASM

[shitpostiniscoppin]

My body: hey how’s it going ?

Me:...good?

My body: enjoying life

Me: don’t.

My body:

Me:

My body:*unexplaned pain and muscle spasms*

[ut49rjgojhjfgjd-archive]

my leg tends to spasm when i stretch like ill just be sitting and ill raise my arms up and itll go KTKTKTKKTTKTKTKTKTTKK help

[chronic-confessions]

Confession #5,434

A sudden onset of muscle weakness and a kind of fugue state I had never experienced set off the red flag, a few days later a tremor in my left hand, and the next a spastic bicep of the same arm. In less than a month, I had succumbed to daily paroxysmal attacks of muscle spasms. Six months later, I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis.

Looking back at my history, the neurologist believes my first attack occured 9 years ago.

I was in high school, and was terrified to admit my dissociative symptoms to anyone. In the same year I went to the doctor with symptoms of an ear infection without fever or fluid build up. The antibiotics didn’t do anything for the vertigo, and I missed enough school that I had to transfer to an independent study program. For 6 years, no doctor took my symptoms seriously. I had a few tests, but nothing stuck.

When my mood changed rapidly, I was given antidepressants and antianxiety medications, and had a negative reaction which landed me at an inpaitent treatment center. I was sedated for a month, and sent to another inpaitent center when the withdrawals tortured me. I participated in several group therapy programs, and eventually settled in with a personal therapist and psychiatrist.

My therapist didn’t believe that I was maladjusted, but that I was in an environment where I wasn’t taken seriously or respected and it was taking a toll on me.

My relatively detached psychiatrist only began to pay attention when I asked a question about adverse side effects for a medication we were considering: “how will I know if I’m having an adverse reaction if I already have these symptoms?” she became alarmed when I told her of my chronic vertigo. Every battery of test was performed with no result, but for good measure an MRI was ordered without contrast.

If they’d had the contrast dye, they may have caught the lesion. However, the neurologist who analyzed my results spoke to me and my psychiatrist about the possibility of ADHD, and how low levels of dopamine might cause vestibular dysfunction. Adderall solved my vertigo problem, but had I had the contrast dye, or had any of the doctors along the way looked just a little deeper into my case…

I might have been able to avoid all of this. I might have kept my GPA and gone to college. Maybe I wouldn’t have been isolated from my peers. Maybe the psych drugs wouldn’t have destroyed all my relationships. Maybe I could have prevented the relapse that has me trapped in this house and constantly exhausted. Maybe I wouldn’t have blamed myself for all of it, if I knew there was a reason I felt so broken.

What might I have accomplished if I had only known?