More On This Odyssey

I started blogging about my illness by referring to it as a journey. It’s more of a kidnapping, as I did not choose this path but rather it chose me. Thus, I now refer to it as This Odyssey. I do have choices – no to suffer, to be happy, and now to share this blog with others.

So I have been through four stereotaxic cryosurgeries. That is, I have had brain cells frozen in order to halt this disease – commonly referred to as Dystonia, which describes some symptoms but gives no idea of the extent to which it causes pain and twisting of muscles.

Dystonia can be local, this is the most common form. It might affect the jaw, making chewing difficult, it might affect a foot or ankle, a hand, or the neck. Black women get it mostly in the leg below the knee and I read black men don’t get it at all. I don’t know about Asian races, but the type I have is the most severe, affecting a hemisphere, in my case the left, and is the type that Ashkenazi Jews have if they should develop it. This suggests that the disease is mutated by DNA, genetic makeup, although no history of it need appear in previous generations. Certainly there is no history in my family, on either side and my daughter is rude with health, an accomplished dancer, and she represented her school in cross country, 4×400 relay, 800 metres and 1500 metres.

I was very athletic in my childhood and youth. I wanted to pursue running, although I preferred sprint. In truth, I ran for the sheer pleasure of it, like a horse galloping. I would run at any opportunity. In fact, I unofficially beat a county champion after this disease had begun to appear. It was thought I had ‘hysteria’ as no cause could be found for the symptoms that were then apparent.

She’s No Lady – Published

She’s No Lady

 

Very happy to be published by Dissident Voice again. Please click the link to see it.

This odyssey 2

It’s been a difficult three days. I could not sleep on Monday night as I stayed up too late reading poetry. I was also happy that I had been published on Sunday. So I became what I term ‘buzzed’ – the adrenalin in my nervous system is overwhelming and causes me to be incapable of relaxing. I get painful tremors and a tightening in my back, where there is nerve damage and muscle damage to the left of my spine.

In the evening, this usually heralds a night of tossing and turning, perspiration from an inner heat caused by my nervous system in overdrive. If I try to increase my medication it simply works in reverse, increasing the tremors and muscle tension. I must simply ride it out. Fighting it doesn’t help. How can I fight it? Acceptance takes away the misery, the suffering, if not the pain.

I have used the awake time to exchange information on Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome (Disorder) with a colleague in Australia.  He is going to a symposium about it in Greece. He and I are both recovering from it ourselves. It is a distraction from pain to do this but the light from my laptop screen in a stimulant. I have it turned down, but it still affects me. I feel the distraction outweighs the negative effects. I would suffer if I had nothing else on which to concentrate. Why not write poetry at such times? I don’t, generally, because the voice of self-doubt that sits on my shoulder will be louder than normal and I will become entrenched in a self-defeating bout of low esteem and negativity which will feed my physical symptoms. Usually, I will sleep at some point in the day, whether from just around dawn until late morning or in the afternoon.

After a second night like this I was so happy to find I slept from 11.30 pm until 5am today, and then from elevenish until two. For some reason, I feel ‘buzzed’ now but am hoping it will recede and that I will sleep tonight.

Just published – War

War

 

The link will take to my poem in ‘Dissident Voice’.

Review: Dementia,My Darling by Brendan Constantine

Brendan Constantine’s enormous talent and style are instantly recognisable in his latest poetry collection. His ability to play with words and ideas are, to me, unrivalled and his work is right at the top of my list of living poets.
I wish it were possible to give this four and three quarters stars. Some of the poems about dementia I find a little harsh – ‘Extract’, ‘Hearth Rob’ ‘InThe Ear of Our Lord’ and ‘Dementia, My Darling’ are, in my opinion, cold and arbitary, as if God is distant from our suffering or completely unmoved. In my own experience of terrible disease and involvement with Alzheimer’s, these depict something alien to me. I would have closed ‘Extract’ with ‘No, he weeps.’
This said, Constantine touches the foibles and weaknesses of the human condition with humour and comradeship. He is mocking no one, just telling it how it is or can be at any given time. ‘Don’t you ever want to crush a little/someone? If you hit me/hard enough, could we both leave/the ground?’.
I have given around forty interpretations to the book’s front cover. Any or none could be true, so it is the reader who must decide, as with the poetry, what the author intended. Once poetry is written it no longer belongs to the poet, but is a piece of art for others to enjoy.
Sometimes I think American poets have it easy as their syntax can be mixed around, as in ‘and get busy yearning’. In English English not every reader would understand that. Living in the States for years has served me well.
It’s a pity the publishers left a typo on the back cover because these poems are fantastic. I recommend you read it.

 

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