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SEPTEMBER 27, 2009 9:31AM

My Occasional Succubus

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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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Ken, I can understand....on a very small scale...the pain you describe. I have nerve damage in one finger on each hand and whenever these two fingers are squeezed or bumped the pain can put me on my knees.

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.
I love the touch of humor at the end.

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.
Ken - you are a splendid poet. I was transfixed by your poem. Then as I read on and realized you were describing the pain you experience on an all too regular basis, I was horrified. I can't even begin to imagine. :-(
I'm going back for another read of your poem. The images are as terrifying as they are beautiful.
Rated.
Hang in there my friend.
I'm so aware of this pain you have, and I understand how debilitating it is. Don't do anything but concentrate on letting this pass, and enjoy the times inbetween. See you when you are doing better.
I must admit that the poem was at first confusing... the fact that Halloween is drawing near and the fact that I am now reading Book 1 of Dean Koontz's "Frankenstein", I was sure this was a spoof of some sort. How sad it is to find that this is a way to describe / cope with such severe pain. Good thoughts and prayers for healing coming your way.
I agree with Winda, when first reading the poem I thought you might have seen Twilight one too many times :) Beautiful poem, but I'm sad about your situation, I didn't know. I just thought you write beautiful poetry. I'm sorry about your pain, Ken. Feel better soon.
Torman-- As you probably know, I've been dealing with this for a long time now. This past week has been among the worst, but I just keep on keepin' on.

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! :)
What a brilliant poem to describe such terrible pain. I would never wish such "inspiration" on anyone. My good thoughts, prayers and hopes for healing are with you!
I like how you turned the experience of pain into a poem.
Ken, I wish I could write, in my pain-free existence, as well as you do amidst the pain you so eloquently describe. My best wishes for you to have a pain-free day...in any case, please keep writing...you do it so well.
A very climactic and effective verse—Masterfully written! I only wish that you didn't have to be plagued with the affliction that inspired the poem. I pray that you'll soon get a long respite from these attacks.

Through your words, you also educate others about diabetes and its related conditions. Thank you for that.
The verse was gripping. When I read the text, I felt such exasperation. I struggle with neuropathic pain in my left leg and foot, and I can't imagine the degree of pain that you are describing. Can you transcend during the pain with meditation, music or any other path?
I've been sporadic myself lately and thus missed this. Just wanted to say that the poem is stunningly good, and your straightforward account of your pain touching. I hope you find something that works for you, Carolina, I really do. Peace.
Eva-- many thanks!

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.
It is hard to comprehend such pain, although you have cleverly managed to describe it and transport it into words through your poem here.
Let us pray it gets better...and if not...perhaps let it become tolerable! This I pray for you brother!