When is muscle tone not a good thing?

During one of my PT sessions while still in the ARU, Renee was having me take a few steps while I held onto the rail on my right side.  I was completely focused on holding on like a vice grips and so I didn't notice nor feel her bending my left knee behind me and then bringing it forward to place it on the floor ahead in order for me to step forward.  I only noticed it when she grunted at the effort it was requiring of her.  She stood up, out of breath and sweating, exclaiming, "Wow, your tone is so strong!"  Now, seeing as I had, for the precious year, been free-weight training  I knew that strong muscle tone was desirable and a good thing.  But I could gather from the way she said this that in my new situation this was not so.  It wasn't until several days later that I caught a glimpse of what stroke induced muscle tone was all about.

While proceeding through each day, the extreme difficulty in moving and bending my joints, on my left side, was explained to me as profound muscle weakness.  I figured over time my muscles would get stronger as I engaged in my therapy and that I would gain back full function and mobility.  I soon was to learn that muscle weakness was not the whole picture.  As my inpatient therapy continued, Renee tried to have me go up a small set of stairs.  When my left leg would not bend at all to go up to the next step I looked back at it, as if by staring at it, I could will it to bend.  It remained straight and bendable as steel.     To several those who have tried to bend my leg or elbow for me, I have asked how they would describe tone. The most apt descriptions are: "involuntary and severely strong constant contraction of muscles"and "intense rigidity of the muscles." I asked Renee, "Will this tone ever go away?"   She replied, "No, but your muscles might get strong enough over time to  overpower it."  Grim!  Conditions that  exacerbate my tone are emotional upset, being cold, fatigue and inactivity.  The tone makes me feel shackled and imprisoned.  I have fought for 2.5 years now  and continue to fight everyday to strengthen the muscles I can move.  Complicating this effort to move and strengthen my muscles is that many of the neurons that connect and "talk"to the body's peripheral nervous system were destroyed in the hemorrhage.  So when I try to move certain muscles I can't even find them in my brain to initiate the movement.   Part of my therapy includes using an electric stimulation unit which provides biofeedback to the brain, trying to reteach the brain to restablish those connections.  This is how it works.  I place electrodes on the belly of the muscle I am working on.  The stim unit is designed to send an electrical charge to the electrodes when it detects any motion in the muscle.  This electrical charge is delivered to the muscle and causes to muscle to contract thus, bending the joint.  Overtime this causes the brain to make connections blown out by the bleed. Each time I  move the muscles ever so slightly the muscle very slowly gets stronger.  It is a painstaking and very difficult, slow process.  It is hard to see any real progress.  The most effective way to get the muscles and brain to begin talking to each other again is to have the muscle in question bear weight.  This was why my first therapy task with Renee was standing.  Weight bearing sends powerful messages to the brain causing connections to be restablished faster.  This is why most stroke survivors who regain muscle function get it in their legs first rather than their arms; we don't don't bear weight on our arms & hands.

There is a positive side to my tone.  Without it my muscles would be so incredibly weak I would not be able to stand at all, much less, walk. My left leg would be a wet noodle and collapse beneath me.  The tone keeps my leg  rigid and tight which allows me to walk, albeit with an abnormal gait.

 I started being able to walk very short distances (10-15 feet)  with a cane 4 weeks post stroke. I now can walk out and about  relatively safely with my cane.  When at home and feeling strong I even toddle about caneless.  I still have tremendous trouble bending my left leg at the knee when I walk so I walk with a kind  of like a gangster wannabe -like gait, left leg mostly straight!  One of the very first things I heard about physical therapy was to NEVER stop  it.  I see now that if I stop PT ,as much as I'd sometimes like to, I will not only stop making progress, but will lose the progress I've worked so hard to achieve.  Once, while speaking with a friend on the phone I was describing my PT session earlier that day and he said, "Oh, you're still doing that?"  I replied, "I will being doing therapy for the rest of my life." 

Next post : The Joy Simple Things Bring

Nurse Ratched Really Does Exit!

Anyone who has ever spent much time in the hospital probably has a story to tell about a Nurse Ratched, of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest infamy.  Here's mine. 

 After four weeks of intense daily therapy my PT, Renee announced that I had progressed enough that I  could go on an outing with my husband on Saturday afternoon provided I satisfactorily learned how to transfer to and from my wheelchair to the car during my Saturday morning PT session with the weekend therapist.   After we (therapist, Pete & I)practiced the transfers, the therapist gave me a "pass"  and I was good to goon my outing.  I had not told Pete, my husband, about the outing.  I wanted to surprise him.  I was not permitted to leave  the car on my outing for safety reasons, so my plan was to have Pete drive me to the house and bring my puppies out to the car so I could snuggle with them  I missed them so!!!  While I was practicing my transfers in the parking lot a substitute head nurse (read Nurse Ratched)  took over the evening shift.  Back in my room, as I was telling Pete about our surprise outing.  This new nurse came into my room and abruptly informed me that she was canceling my outing.  Her reason was that I was a fall risk because I had fallen out of my wheel chair twice that 1st week in the hospital. Not knowing the nature of those falls she assumed I had impulsively tried to get up and walk around and that I would  again, thus potentially  endangering myself.  She didn't want to damage her "impeccable record of  patient safety". No amount of pleading or bargaining would sway her. Once I returned to my room  I learned that she not only canceled my outing but she put me on"sitter" status.  That meant I had to have a "sitter" in my presence at all times.   I was furious!  Pete assiduously tried to change her mind, to no avail.  He even tried to get the phone number of my Neurologist so he could call and tell him to intervene. Nurse Ratched refused to give  Pete the number claiming, " Doctors don't like to be bothered with such matters."  I felt as though I were in prison.   When Pete had to go home to bed I felt completely alone and powerless.  The only thing I could control were my actions. So, I refused to eat, take my meds.  or use the toilet or speak to anyone.    The next morning nurse Ratched came in my room to convince me to urinate because it had been many, many hours since I last relieved myself .  I refused.  She left but soon returned to measure the amount of urine in my bladder.  It was quite high.  In retrospect, I was curious why I never felt the urge to go.  I guess I was so angry that nothing else could get my attention.  Nurse Ratched looked me in the eye and threatened to reinsert the catheter if I refused to use the toilet.  I yielded.  To add insult to injury  the sitter was required to be in my presence even while I peed.  How humiliating!!!  I sobbed and sobbed and continued my belligerence in not cooperating.  The following Monday morning my neurologist on his rounds came to see me.  Having heard all the details of what transpired over the weekend from the floor nurses who witnessed it all, he was very apologetic, saying Nurse Ratched should have called him.  He would have rescinded her oder to cancel my outing and removed the sitter. Perhaps that was precisely why she did not give Pete his number. She was all about power. My neurologist informed me that she had violated my patient rights protected by the hospital and that he'd file a formal complaint and have her removed from the substitute list and thus she would never work at Evergreen Hospital again. Only after hearing that did I start taking my meds. and eating again.

Truly Hard Workouts With the Power to Terrify

On day 2 in the ARU Renee, my PT,  showed up as promised to begin my physical therapy.  She wheeled me down the hall and stopped at the hand rail along the wall,  where she helped me transition to a stand.  I faced the wall desperately grabbing the hand rail with my right hand, for I was certain I would crash to the ground.  I looked into Renee's eyes for reassurance as I could not fathom why I could not stand without holding onto a solid object.  She looked at me and revealed Lesson #4 "It's tough to stand on a leg you can't feel."  She then asked me to turn 90 degrees so my right side was nearest the wall. As she surveyed my body position, she reported that I was leaning way over to the right side and that she wanted me me to lean to the left to "find the middle", in other words, evenly distribute my weight between each leg. Easy enough, I thought and when I confidently thought I had found the middle, I looked to her for confirmation.  She said I was still way over to the right! For the next hour, try as I might, I could not even come close to the middle as sweat poured down my back and temples. On my way back to my room I catastrophized  in my head, "If I can't even stand, how will I ever walk again??!!"  I began to dissolve emotionally when in walked Rita, my OT, no time for grief now!

  Rita was ready to give me my first session  on an important activity of daily living: bathing.   I will spare you the intimate details.  Just remember at this point I needed help with anything and everything. While Rita was bathing me my tears were hidden by the water streaming down my face as I despaired thinking I would always need someone help me do this most private of things, bathing. In subsequent sessions I would begin to do  specific  bathing tasks on my own such as shampooing and thoroughly rinsing my hair.  On this day  it did feel great to shower as it had been over a week  since my stroke occurred. Lesson #5 Personal hygiene is more important than ever  because it requires so much effort  with only 1/2 the body helpng that it is easy to neglect.

I was longing for a nap after my shower but was instructed to eat  the meal presented

 me as my body would need every ounce of energy I could give it.  (Yum?)  No rest for the weary.

After lunch, Nancy my speech therapist (ST) came to visit.  Since my speech was not seriously impaired I wondered why I needed as speech therapist.   Cognitive function falls under the speech therapist's purview as well as speech.  I was given a diagnostic test to assess how much or what type cognitive damage might have occurred.  The language/reading part of the test went ok but not great. However,  the mathematics/logic part resulted in panic.  I could not add 2 four  digit numbers  among other simple arithmetic problems!  This spelled doom for my career.  Terrified I would never teach again, I could hold in the tears  no more.  A cascade of fear and anger consumed me. I cried until overcome by sleep.  I don't think I smiled again for many, many days.  Lesson #6  Mental recovery from stroke can be as daunting  if not more so than the physical recovery.  Oh Joy!!

The ARU, my New Digs for the Ensuing 5 Weeks.

While being moved into my new room in the ARU (acute rehab unit)a substitute nurse was looking for some wipes to clean me up.  Being unfamiliar with the location of everything, she could not find them.  I looked around from my wheel chair trying to be helpful and spied them on a wheeled table about 2 feet from me, so I reached out to get them for her and fell right out of my wheel chair onto the floor! I Thought to myself, How ridiculous! and  thus, I received lesson#1:  I am paralyzed on the left side and have no control over my body.  The head nurse, Karen, rushed in and accusingly asked, "Where do you think you're going? "Oh I was intimidated! Lesson # 2: I need help doing anything and everything. The next day I met Renee, who I had actually met already in the CCU the day before. During my stay in the CCU I had complained so vociferously about the catheter I had which, by the way, is an invention of the devil as it made me feel like I had to pee constantly, that the CCU staff finally relented and removed it so I could pee like a "normal person."  Renee who is a physical therapist (PT) was summoned to help me transition  out of bed and onto a bedside commode.  I have to say it was a glorious pee! Nothing ever felt so good!  I totally enjoyed every second of it and did not care that there were at least 5 people in the room  watching me.  Anyway when Renee entered my room in the ARU and reintroduced herself she informed me that she was my PT for the duration and that she & I would work for an hour every morning and 1/2 four every afternoon.  She then asked me to set some long term goals for myself.  The list began with being able to cross-country ski again.  In retrospect I thought it curious that I did not first say walk again, since cross-country skiing requires being able to walk!  Under Renee's continued prodding I added to  my goals.  Walk again, teach again dance with my husband again, laugh again.  The list was pretty short and the goals seemed unattainable at the time.   Had I known then what I was to learn in the next several months about the extent my disabilities I would not have survived emotionally. I probably would not have been able to muster the courage to face and try to meet the challenges that lay ahead.   Ignorance sometimes really is bliss.   That was my 1st PT session.

 In the afternoon I met Rita my occupational therapist(OT) whose job it was to help me learn to do activities of daily living. (ADL)   First, she had me sit on the bed with my legs hanging over the edge without falling over to either side.  Piece of cake I thought to myself.  It was until she asked me to lean to each side maybe 6-10 inches.  I fell over every time I tried to both sides. Rita had to right me each time as I could not do it  myself  So my 1st OT appointment was trying to lean side to side in a sitting position without falling over.  Lesson #3 I am weaker than  I could have ever imagined. I had OT 1 hour every morning and 1/2 hour ever afternoon.  For the first few days in the ARU I only saw Renee and Rita which was enough for the time being.  Later I met my speech therapist(ST).  Most of you probably can surmise that I was not a stranger to physical work out given my past.  However, the workouts I was used to  were incomparable to those that were to come.  Next post will  give you a glimpse as to what really hard work is.

The night of February 23, 2007

I had just finished watching a movie with Madeline.  So I got up, grabbed the phone and flopped on the bed to talk with Pete who was on his way home from a week-long business trip.  While talking Pete said," Honey, I can't understand you.  " 

 I replied, " I am having trouble enunciating my words and you know what?  I also can't get off the bed."

     "What do you mean You can't get off the bed? "

     "I am lying on my tummy and can't push myself up. "  Sensing something was really wrong, I whimpered,"When are you going to be home?"  

     "I'm just getting off the freeway."  I hung up  and I thought to myself, perhaps if I slide to the floor I will be able to get up by pushing myself up off the firmer surface.  Once on the floor I knew I was stuck until Pete got home which was about 5 minutes later. I was unable to  move! I called for Madeline who, back in her room could not hear me. So I waited.  When Pete got home, he called for me but I couldn't answer as I was barely conscious. Searching from our bathroom past the bed and into the hall he couldn't find me because he did  not know to look on the floor between the wall and the bed.  He called for Madeline who did not know where I was either.  She began to search for me as well.   After they found and sat me up  Madeline took one look at my face  and exclaimed,"Daddy, what's wrong with Mommy's face?"

     "Oh my God she's having a stroke!!", to which I belligerently replied, I am not having a f&*!@* stroke!  Well, I could not have been more wrong!!  In the CCU that 1st night, I was in and out of consciousness and only remember snippets of conversations.  One was "It's inoperable." Not comforting words I must say. Pete recounted to me later that at one point the OR was moving very frantically as I was slipping away. They worked hard to precipitously drop my blood pressure (BP) to slow and eventually stop the hemorrhage. I spent 7 days in the CCU where I learned that the cause of this massive deep brain hemorrage was very high blood pressure. A blood vessel simply broke under the strain.  The irony is that all of my life, doctors have commented on my low blood pressure .  The last time I'd seen the doctor prior to my stroke was the previous August.  The doctor made no comment about my BP and 6 months later I landed up in the CCU!  Go Figure!  Since my stroke I can't tell you the number of people who have exclaimed, "Of all the people I know you are the most healthy & fit and the last I'd suspect of suffering a stroke. So that leaves me with, It CAN happen to anyone at anytime.

Next post?  I will begin the story of my recovery.

Stroke Changes a Person

A stroke changes a person.  There's no doubt about that!  So who was I before my 2/23/07 hemmoragic stroke?  Here is a thumbnail sketch:  7th grade math teacher and department chair most of whose leisure time was occupied with physical activity.  I was a gym junkie. Hitting free weights and intense cardio training 5 days/week.  I was able to bench press my body weight. I was an avid cross country skier in the winter, a hiker & mountain biker in the summer.  I was strong and loved it!  That all changed when I became left-side hemeplegic from my stroke.