No, this isn’t a blog bashing your doctor’s sh*tty bedside manner. It’s also not about the doctor who makes you feel like you don’t understand your own condition (even though you have a feeling you “get it” maybe more than she does). I could blog about those things. I could blog about those ad nauseam. I will spare you my past frustration. The ego I am thinking of is ours: the patient’s.
I think in RSD we can hold ourselves back. And I think ego is the culprit.
Often we won’t entertain the idea that something we are doing or not doing just might impact our health. We believe in a pill but not healthy food. We believe in ketamine but not meditation. When we’ve worked out and lost weight, then we take credit. That we do. But in terms of a medical condition like RSD, it seems that we believe someone else has to help us and that someone has to have many degrees and awards framed on the wall. And that we need drugs and shots – lots of drugs and shots. I say this because this is where I was coming from. It feels severe so the treatment needs to be powerful.
But what if treatment doesn’t need to be powerful drugs or shots?
Do our egos stop us from doing things that have the potential to change our health simply because the treatment doesn’t seem impressively dire enough? Is a pain experience somehow less intense if you treat it with qi gong instead of nerve blocks?
If the cure for Ebola turned out to be somewhat scientifically simple, would that imply the disease was never fatal to begin with? No, that’s insane. It seems like in the world of pain and RSD we might be thinking that the treatment method is somehow indicative of the severity of ones experience. And that we are less accepting of alternative methods perhaps because we fear a downgrade of the perception of what we are going through.