Burning feet and legs

Hi Ray, totally agree with you re: balance. I am 81, have a lot of heart issues, osteoarthritis in knees, peripheral neuropathy, plus peripheral arterial disease....Me with the painful feet and wooden feeling legs, and often severe cramp like pain in both legs, even at rest. It is excruciating pain, BUT my balance is shot as well, and it definitely is not due to my age...It is for sure the neuropathy.....and it is bad, especially a slight rise in the level of ground, trying to step off a deck, just a short 6 inches from ground.....A cane does help, but I hate it as it makes me look like an old man ( ha ha) Terry

I know exactly what you mean, Terry, about a cane making you look like an old man. I have tried to convince myself that that's not true, paying careful attention to men using canes who don't immediately strike me as "old men;" also, seeing certain film actors – especially character actors in British costume dramas – strutting along wielding their canes (or, more properly, their walking sticks): never do I size up these gentlemen as "old men." Ah, but then there's me! Ony this morning, having driven to the market, I hopped out of my car with my legs – rested from the 1/2-hour's drive – feeling like a thousand bucks. I thought I might just leave my can in the car. But I took it anyway, and I was glad I did! I hadn't gone 50 steps before my feet started going 'clop, clop, clop' (kind of drop foot-ish). To make matters worse, when this happens, I catch myself watching the pavement; in other words, looking down, my shoulders rounded, my whole self tending to lean forward) – so there I am: Old Man Ray with his cane, clop, clop, clopping across the market parking lot. –Ray (@ray666)

I know exactly what you mean, Terry, about a cane making you look like an old man. I have tried to convince myself that that's not true, paying careful attention to men using canes who don't immediately strike me as "old men;" also, seeing certain film actors – especially character actors in British costume dramas – strutting along wielding their canes (or, more properly, their walking sticks): never do I size up these gentlemen as "old men." Ah, but then there's me! Ony this morning, having driven to the market, I hopped out of my car with my legs – rested from the 1/2-hour's drive – feeling like a thousand bucks. I thought I might just leave my can in the car. But I took it anyway, and I was glad I did! I hadn't gone 50 steps before my feet started going 'clop, clop, clop' (kind of drop foot-ish). To make matters worse, when this happens, I catch myself watching the pavement; in other words, looking down, my shoulders rounded, my whole self tending to lean forward) – so there I am: Old Man Ray with his cane, clop, clop, clopping across the market parking lot. –Ray (@ray666)

LOL I'll definitely clop on! After all, what other choice have I got? Since my PN set in, I've come to realize that I'm faced with two Big Challenges. The lesser of the two is the physical; I've come to accept that my PN is what it is, and I must do all that I can to prevent it from advancing, or at least from advancing faster than it needs to, etc.) –that's the physical challenge, the lesser of my two Big Challenges. The great of the two is the psychological; initially, I had one hell of a time accepting that I was no longer the person that I was, even five years ago. Only a few hours ago, when I drove to where the state has set a mail-in ballot drop box, to cast my municipal vote, I gulped when I saw the distance I had to walk (or clop, LOL) to get to the drop box. Driving home, I laughed out loud, thinking: Only a few years ago, I ran my last marathon. I recall thinking, at Mile 25, 'Only a little more than a mile to the finish line, Ray. You can do it!' And then today, a few hours ago, thinking, 'Only about 30 steps from here to the drop box, Ray. You can do it!" That's why I laughed out loud. Continuing to live wholeheartedly is by far the Biggest Challenge. That's why until it becomes impossible, I'll continue to clop on! LOL ––Ray (@ray666)

Good one, ditto, I walked around the world as a young man, but like you have a totally positive outlook, laugh out loud, talk to myself saying what the hell happened, My head feels like gra

duation and wondering what to wear to the prom, but suddenly remember I can't jive anymore, let alone a nice slow waltz......Laughter is the best medicine, along with a glass or two of vino with a light dinner. Good clopping Ray

Yes, a temporary and if it works the psych review and then the implant. So you are saying the temporary worked for you? And then the permanent implant also worked for you?

Good one, ditto, I walked around the world as a young man, but like you have a totally positive outlook, laugh out loud, talk to myself saying what the hell happened, My head feels like gra

duation and wondering what to wear to the prom, but suddenly remember I can't jive anymore, let alone a nice slow waltz......Laughter is the best medicine, along with a glass or two of vino with a light dinner. Good clopping Ray

Haven't had new implant yet. Saw a spine surgeon just last week. Am waiting on spinal CT scans for him to determine to remove previous two and start from scratch. Am hoping for that as last stim implanted has been positional in coverage not constant like first implant. Feet are constantly giving me pain. Walking is difficult. I use a power chair to get around where I live. That doesn't stop the pain but it is not as bad as walking.