Countless muscle spasms throughout my body, the kind that really hurt, focused primarily my neck, throat, and jaw. Usually triggered by effort, turning my head, yawning, looking upwards to name a few activities. Automatic stretches elicit calf, foot, ankle, and toe spasms that pinch and release.. My hands and arms are propped atop pillows to stretch my torso and allow my diaphram to expand to capture as much oxygen as possible. And still, my fingers trigger, my wrists contract, my forearms spasm. If my arms hang at my side, the weight coupled with gravity steals my air, leaves me gasping and panting. Although, I struggle on the commode with a lack of musculature, still there are zings to remind me there is more left to die. This process is not even close to over. . I am transported to and from my bed strictly by overhead lift. I am lucky enough to possess a first class sling to assist in this endeavour. (Thank you UWMC!) It's a very large pocketed affair that cradles me loving...
One Woman's ALS Journey