I’ve commented elsewhere, and unfavourably, on the current fad for treating arthritis with exercise. I still think it sucks, and what prompted this is that I have raised my exercise levels slightly of late, which has had the effect of causing a substantial increase in my pain levels, culminating in nights which are pretty much sleepless – I am not Continue reading
Osteo arthritis
Remembrance of things lost…
Previously posted here in the early days when I was getting few hits. A favourable comment prompted me to move it up the timeline and repost it. I’ve had to change the post title – I like the original better.
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I have remembered a thing…
A time when dawn never came unbidden, or too early; when snow could never be too deep or crisp; when the jingle of harness and the clink of milk-bottles announced the coming day, in counterpoint to the dawn chorus of birds not yet decimated by chemicals and prairie farming, and the clatter-scratch of the knocker-up, as he trod his round, come balmy dew or raging storm.
A time when lust and love ran side by side in my blood, and neither were sated too often; when people were old at 50, and for ever; when summer sprang to full bloom between July and September, and the seasons ran, orderly, in their allotted spans. When autumn gales boomed through the streets, demanding combs and kites, and fish and chips came in yesterday’s newspaper, all the better for it, and scratchings were free.
A time, when small children raced in the streets, heedless of a mother’s cries to stay close – and never came to harm; when little kids really did hear sleigh-bells at Christmas, which wasn’t Xmas; when people were nice to each other, and to themselves – a lost art; when a skinned knee was a major disaster, and major disasters happened to someone else, thousands of miles away, and the world was unimaginably huge.
A time when my blood sang brightly in my ears, lying quietly abed, waiting for sleep, and my bones rode easily within my flesh; when pain was a sudden, and fleeting, thing – here, and goneforgotten in a flash; when the footfalls of midnight mice rang like thunder, in the days before thunder came to sound like the footfalls of mice, and when each new day was joyfully greeted as a friend, to be enjoyed, not cursed as an enemy, to be endured…
I have remembered – how it was not to be old…
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I have remembered a thing…
I have remembered a thing…
A time when dawn never came unbidden, or too early; when snow could never be too deep or crisp; when the jingle of harness and the clink of milk-bottles announced the coming day, in counterpoint to the dawn chorus of birds not yet decimated by chemicals and prairie farming, and the clatter-scratch of the knocker-up, as he trod his round, come balmy dew or raging storm.
A time when lust and love ran side by side in my blood, and neither were sated too often; when people were old at 50, and for ever; when summer sprang to full bloom between July and September, and the seasons ran, orderly, in their allotted spans. When autumn gales boomed through the streets, demanding combs and kites, and fish and chips came in yesterday’s newspaper, all the better for it, and scratchings were free.
A time, when small children raced in the streets, heedless of a mother’s cries to stay close – and never came to harm; when little kids really did hear sleigh-bells at Christmas, which wasn’t Xmas; when people were nice to each other, and to themselves – a lost art; when a skinned knee was a major disaster, and major disasters happened to someone else, thousands of miles away, and the world was unimaginably huge.
A time when my blood sang brightly in my ears, lying quietly abed, waiting for sleep, and my bones rode easily within my flesh; when pain was a sudden, and fleeting, thing – here, and goneforgotten in a flash; when the footfalls of midnight mice rang like thunder, in the days before thunder came to sound like the footfalls of mice, and when each new day was joyfully greeted as a friend, to be enjoyed, not cursed as an enemy, to be endured…
I have remembered — how it was not to be old…
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Yeah, OK, I’m only 63, but I’m having a deeply shitty day!
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Arthritis nonsense…
The following was announced today:-
“The correct diet and proper exercise routine should be adequate for managing arthritis, according to the UK’s largest organisation supporting arthritis sufferers.
Arthritis Care has therefore suggested that supplements only be used to enhance a diet where there are elements lacking and with the blessing of your healthcare team.
‘A lot of supplements are expensive and their effectiveness unproven,’ said an Arthritis Care spokesperson.
‘They can react with your medication so always check with your doctor or pharmacist for potential interaction with prescription drugs.
‘A fresh, healthy diet generally contains of all the nutrients, vitamins and minerals needed by the body.’
Arthritis Care suggests that omega-3 rich foods such as oily fish can help manage the disease and also recommends foods such as fruit, vegetables, pasta, brown rice and white meat.”
Rarely have I read such ill-considered nonsense. Almost no-one eats such a well-balanced diet in this day and age – if, in reality, they ever did. And, of course, people labouring under the burden of arthritis, as I know only too well, are not best placed to work hard in the kitchen, cooking meals from scratch with ultra-fresh ingredients – wherever you get them.
I quite agree that many supplements peddled for the treatment of arthritis are expensive and, very often, pointless. Anyone, for example, who believes a capsule of cod liver oil a day is benefiting them is deluding themselves. It does have some slight anti-inflammatory properties, but only in large quantities, sufficient to make you puke it right back out again. The same with oily fish; yes, it has benefits, but in amounts larger than would normally be eaten
I believe that everyone needs, at the very least, a good daily multi-vitamin and mineral supplement, and they will NOT conflict with your meds. Experts – god preserve us – claim that supplements aren’t as good as fresh fruit and veg, but who get that these days? Most fruit and veg is positively elderly by the time it’s bought, so screw the experts and take a supplements.
Supplements containing collagen are best avoided – it’ll just be digested, as is the natural collagen in red meat. You actually want collagen? Make a stew with shin beef – you’ll have the stuff in huge quantities, but it won’t do your arthritis the slightest good. Nor do I believe – and here research bears me out – that glucosamine and/or chondroitin do any good; these, too, will be digested. That research? Oh, it says that they are at least as good as a placebo which, effectively, means no bloody good at all. Very little that you can put in your mouth, other than drugs, will genuinely benefit arthritis.
I have a test for supplements – if, when I first take them, I feel better, that’s fine, but when I run out, and suddenly the next batch isn’t as effective (or not effective at all), then what we have is our old friend the Placebo Effect. It’s purely psychological – you feel better because you did something new. When it ceases to be new, its effectiveness diminishes. When that happens I stop taking whatever it may be – if it was having a beneficial effect, I should feel worse, if I don’t, I stop buying it. It’s a simple test, and works for anybody.
As for analgesia, I know people who refuse to take analgesic tablets (or any tablets), because they make them “feel funny”, or sick, so they never take them again. Foolishness. When I first took DHC I was high for a week, but I came down, persevered with them, and now there’s no problem. And it’s the same with most drugs – persevere and they’ll stop bothering you, wimp out and, well then, you get to live with the pain. I know what I prefer…
I have to admit that I remain unconvinced by the exercise argument – based on experience, I know full well that if I, for example, manage to go for a walk today, it’ll be a week before the pain and swelling in my knees subsides and I can walk again. Just how is that beneficial? Likewise, my hands hurt, and swell, when I type, but if it’s good for me, the more I type – and I type a lot – the less pain and swelling I should experience. That just doesn’t happen. It’s a nice idea, mostly promulgated by people who are pain-free, I suspect, but for me, at least, it simply doesn’t work. Never has.
The best things you can take for arthritis are analgesics for the pain, and anti-inflammatories, if you can tolerate them (they are one class of drug you should stop if they cause problems; I had to stop mine because they caused gastric bleeding, which is the usual problem). Just – please – don’t rely on your diet for vitamins and minerals; it’ll let you down.
Osteo arthritis and NICE
I see NICE is interfering, in its usual witless way, in the management of osteo-arthritis, something in which I have a vested interest.
They are emphasising Cox-2 inhibitors for OA They can keep them. The Cox-2 inhibitor track record of killing people is less than impressive, and a shadow still looms over the whole group of drugs. Plus, for me, they cause pain. My GP is still sulking becase I refuse to have anything to do with them, but why would I want a drug that causes more pain than I already have? Idiot!
There’s currently a big push towards exercise in OA – but they need to come up with better pain control first, as far as I’m concerned. And they also say they have to dispel the “myth” that pain equals damage – I can see that joining the long list of famous last words sooner or later; it’s bullshit. It’s all to easy to be fuckin’ glib when it’s someone else’s pain; perhaps, if there’s any justice in the universe, every member of NICE will die horribly. Happy thoughts are supposed to be good for pain – that’s one I’d be glad to dwell on! They’ll be telling us next that pain is good for us – is NICE a branch of the Catholic church, I wonder? My erstwhile, Catholic, mother-in-law (god grant she lie still!), was a great believer in redemptive suffering – the more so when it wasn’t her that was actually in pain. Stupid old bat!
That’s a LOT of elastic there – I’d have been hard-pressed to work that before OA, never mind now!!
As well as focusing on exercise and Cox-2 inhibitors, NICE are buggering about with NSAIDs, going for topical products (creams and gels), for knees and hands, rather than oral NSAIDs, which are hugely more effective than anything you rub on. No doubt they’ve negotiated a deal with a manufacturer to supply a cheap topical product, because NICE couldn’t give a shit about the patients, all the care about is the balance sheet. OK – I can accept that rubbing something on your hands might be effective – the joints are small and close to the surface. Knees are a whole different ball game, and as the second biggest joint in the body, I find it hard to accept that anything rubbed on the skin will reach into the depths of the knee. There’s also a pronounced downside – creams and gels smell. You can always tell the taxi driver with piles from the pong of Anusol – are OA sufferers also expected to announce themselves to the world in a similar way? I sure as hell won’t!
Nice have also discovered that large doses – 1,500mg of glucosamine sulphate does pretty much bugger all. I could have told them that years ago, and so could anyone but the most gullible – there’s a massive market for that, often combined with chondroitin, and a remarkable lack of research to support its claimed efficacy. Yet another quack nostrum in a market saturated with them.
I made a similar point the other day, and was sternly told that as long as some people thought they benefited, that was all that mattered. No it’s bloody not! There is absolutely no point someone believing that a product is beneficial (and the Placebo Effect is a powerful force), and that it eases their pain, but it won’t actually be doing them any good! They just think it is.
I am happy to accept that analgesia has no curative properties, but things like glucosamine are supposed to, but the evidence that it does is absent. Still, at least the troll at NICE have got this right.
So if like me, you regard NICE with the utmost cynicism – or even if you’re just curious, you can find their OA guidelines here.