she came to me again last night
like a lover under cover of darkness,
a succubus threatening to consume my
essence, body and soul.
she nibbles at my toe,
at first playfully, the teasing of
a skillful courtesan practiced
in the arts of seduction,
before her gaudily painted lips part
slowly, lasciviously, her confident
smile transmogrifying into
attacking fangs piercing my foot
again and again and again,
venom injected excruciatingly,
spreading slowly through me
like a pool of blood expanding beneath
an exsanguinating corpse—
my ardent prayers for relief
ascending on stone ears:
there will be no exorcism
for me this night.
Diabetic neuropathy, according to WebMD, “is damage to the nerves that allow you to feel sensations such as pain. There are a number of ways that diabetes damages the nerves, but they all seem related to blood sugar being too high for a long period of time.
“Diabetes-related nerve damage can be painful, but it isn't severe pain in most cases.”
Well, I’m not “most cases,” it would appear.
The sensations I experience when neuropathy strikes are difficult to describe with any degree of accuracy; I have tried on numerous occasions, and my answers always seem lame, a pale shadow of the actual sensation. The closest I can get is to compare the attacks to the insertion of white-hot needles into the toes, foot, or ankle; sometimes, any combination of the above. Imagine the needles being driven in and held in place for two or three seconds before being removed. Occasionally, the neuropathy causes cramping in the foot during the time the “needles” are inserted. Perhaps this description conveys a sense of the symptoms.
Generally, I experience this neuropathy once or twice a month. The attacks usually last from a couple of hours to all day. There is no medication I have found that prevents the onset of the assaults. I tried gabapentin, a medicine originally developed as an anti-epileptic, but it was a) expensive, b) caused intestinal side effects and permanent lethargy, and c) didn’t work. When I feel a significant episode occurring, I fight the severe pain with a prescribed dose of Percocet ®. Sometimes the drug eliminates the pain altogether, and sometimes it merely dulls it and makes it easier to deal with. Sometimes, as in last night’s episode, it does nothing.
I’ve had two severe attacks in the last week, once on Monday night and once last night. In each case, restful sleep was difficult to achieve, causing me to be irritable (really, Ken? How can we tell?) and infusing me with a sense of fatigue and depression.
All of which is to explain my irregular appearances in these pages of late and the brevity and prosaic nature of those entries. I am hopeful of returning to normal before long.
If this is NEWropathy, can I try the old one instead?
All text except the passage from WebMD.com cited above © 2009, Kenneth M. Rhodes


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The difference is the volume of pain which you have to endure and that, my dear friend, I can not imagine. You don't worry your head about attendance here Ken, you just consentrate on dealing with that pain. When it is better, I know you will be back with your accustomed wit and wisdom to grace these pages.
Be Well my Friend.
Describing pain is never easy. I've never been able to do so with my migraines. Your poetry is wonderfully bleak and black, and does a good job of painting the despair you must feel. Ever true to yourself, you've got me going to the dictionary (later after I write this) for transmogrifying.
I'm going back for another read of your poem. The images are as terrifying as they are beautiful.
Rated.
ab-- I wouldn't call it despair, exactly... more like frustration with the pain and the fog of inertia that fatigue and narcotics cause. And yes, "transmogrifying" is a word! Look it up and use it in a sentence!
Kim-- Thank you for your kind words. My pain can be difficult, but I try to think of the millions who suffer far worse pain than I do, and have to deal eith it on a constant basis.
CG-- Thank you, my friend.
Buffy-- Yes, you know of this pain of mine, as I've spoken of it once before in a different locale. In truth, whenever I start feeling sorry for myself, I have always thought of Lance and the situation he had to deal with for so long and snapped out of my funk...
Winda-- Thanks. The image of my pain as a succubus came in that amorphous land of not-quite-asleep very early this morning.
Kristy-- Nope... never saw "Twilight", probably never will. As I mentioned to Winda, the succubus image just came to me in the drug-induced haze of very early morning. Say-- isn't that the way E. A. Poe got started? Hmmm... oh, Annabel... Annabel! :)
Through your words, you also educate others about diabetes and its related conditions. Thank you for that.
Caroline-- I'm glad you read and commented.
Dan-- I appreciate your kind thoughts and wishes.
Skye-- I try to share my knowledge in the hope that it helps. Even one candle helps fight the darkness of ignorance.
Scupper-- Thanks for your thoughts... I have found nothing other than Percocet to channel, lessen, or deaden the pain. It is frustrating, as I would prefer a non-pharmaceutical solution. I only take the pill when I know that an oncoming attack will be more than I can deal with, and hope for the best.
AHP-- Thank you for your thoughts. They mean much, especially from someone who has spoken so eloquently on pain of a different variety.
Let us pray it gets better...and if not...perhaps let it become tolerable! This I pray for you brother!