Life with Neuropathy

Happy New Year 2024! Hi, my name is John. A nd I have CIDP (Chronic Inflammatory Demyelinating Polyneuropathy ). When you have CIDP you must often  figure out different pathways to accomplish your goals. And sometimes you have to change those goals -- and pathways -- a lot or a little. Maybe even daily. I used to love playing the piano, but sitting too long is literally a pain in the rump. Sorry for being so blunt. But it's not comfortable to sit for a long time on a hard seat. Especially when my tangled nerves and stiff joint are constantly shouting at each other.     It's so relaxing to play old favorites once in a while. Especially Christmas classics during that special season. But how could I reach this goal of having a little extra comfort and support? What options did I have? And then it hit me.  I could try using an office chair instead of a low piano bench. Something with far more padding and arms, too. And the height was adjustable too. Such an obvious solution and yet

Hi. My name is John and I have peripheral neuropathy. Sometimes I really hurt. (Here's an article about how tough it is to deal with pain and another about how it's OK to say "Owww!!!" ) When we feed our seasonal hummingbirds the local bees often try to get in on the action. And the more sugar water they get, the more they want. Many of them will literally crawl into the feeders and drown in the tepid sugary fluid. That's how much they crave their sugar coma.  Sometimes I'm tempted to take a similar approach. When I'm feeling a lot of pain even though I know intellectually that snarfing down chocolate isn't good for me I still go ahead and enjoy the temporary  sweetness of candy, pudding, ice cream and other treats. Yes. I fully realize that the ensuing sugar high will turn into a dark post-sugar low, but sometimes I don't make the best choices. And I have an excuse. I'm in a lotta pain. A. Lot. And so I don't always do what's best for

My name is John and I have peripheral neuropathy. I drop at least one of my many pills every day. Not sure exactly why, but it happens. All the time now. And then I struggle to pick up what is far below me on the ground. With my joint issues, bending my knees and getting down to the floor is tough some days and impossible on others.  My mobility isn't what it used to be. Read more here .  I've spilled lots of things and have gotten to the point of expecting it to happen. Although I never want to make a mess. Still, I sometimes do. But on the plus side, if I drop something early in the day maybe I can go for a few hours without dropping anything else. Not particularly logical, but then neither is neuropathy.  Besides pills, I've dropped spinach leaves, baby carrots, cherry tomatoes, more pills, the lids to pills, crumbs, chocolate chips, tangerine peels, water and other liquids, potato chips, cashews, almonds, soap, my comb, my phone, my keys and more. It's always someth

Life With Neuropathy:  A Little Humor, Very Little Hi, my name is John and I ha ve severe idiopathic peripheral neuropathy.  So I'm used to using a walker. I don't like it but I live with it. Read more about  worsening symptoms.  Here are also a few thoughts about standing tall during tough times.  Today let's talk about humor. One of the ways that I've always survived the daily grind (even before being diagnosed with neuropathy) was looking at the world through a very strange and crooked lens. To be honest, sometimes (OK, lots of times) I was the only one laughing, but as my wife likes to say, "You're definitely able to amuse yourself."  And that's a gift, right?  Plus it's true. I see things in weird ways and sometimes stuff just makes me laugh. No explanation necessary. How about you? What's your general outlook on life? Half-full, half-empty -- or no glass at all? When things got so bad for me that I needed to use a walker, a dear friend