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Fibromyalgia Mystery Finally Solved!

Researchers Find Main Source of Pain in Blood Vessels

Fibromyalgia Mystery Finally Solved! Researchers Find Main Source of Pain in Blood Vessels

Researchers have found the main source of pain in Fibromyalgia patients, and contrary to what many believe, it does not stem from the brain. The findings mark the end of a decades-old mystery about the disease, which many doctors believed was conjured in patients’ imaginations. The mystery of Fibromyalgia has left millions of sufferers searching for hope in pain medications. Up until recently, many physicians thought that the disease was “imaginary” or psychological, but scientists have now revealed that the main source of pain stems from a most unlikely place- excess blood vessels in the hand.

The discovery may lead to new treatments and perhaps even a total cure in the future, bringing relief to as many as 5 million Americans thought to have the disease. To solve the Fibromyalgia mystery, researchers zeroed in on the skin from the hand of one patient who had a lack of the sensory nerve fibers, causing a reduced reaction to pain. They then took skin samples from the hands of Fibromyalgia patients and were surprised to find an extremely excessive amount of a particular type of nerve fiber called arteriole-venule (AV) shunts.

Up until this point scientists had thought that these fibers were only responsible for regulating blood flow, and did not play any role in pain sensation, but now they’ve discovered that there is a direct link between these nerves and the widespread body pain that Fibromyalgia sufferers feel.

The breakthrough also could solve the lingering question of why many sufferers have extremely painful hands as well as other “tender points” throughout the body, and why cold weather seems to aggravate the symptoms. In addition to feeling widespread deep tissue pain, many Fibromyalgia patients also suffer from debilitating fatigue.

Neuroscientist Dr. Frank L. Rice explained: “We previously thought that these nerve endings were only involved in regulating blood flow at a subconscious level, yet here we had evidences that the blood vessel endings could also contribute to our conscious sense of touch… and also pain,” Rice said. “This mismanaged blood flow could be the source of muscular pain and achiness, and the sense of fatigue which are thought to be due to a build-up of lactic acid and low levels of inflammation fibromyalgia patients. This, in turn, could contribute to the hyperactivity in the brain.”

Current treatments for the disease have not brought complete relief to the millions of sufferers. Therapies include narcotic pain medicines; anti-seizure drugs, anti-depressants and even simple advice such as “get more sleep and exercise regularly.” Now that the cause of Fibromyalgia has been pinpointed, patients are looking forward to an eventual cure. Other expressed frustration about how much they had suffered already:

“When are they ever going to figure out that things are never “all in your head?” said one commenter. “Whenever something doesn’t fit in their tiny little understanding, they belittle the patient and tell them they are crazy. People have suffered through this since they were invented. Prescribing SSRIs for everything is not the answer any more than a lobotomy or hysterectomy was.”

The announcement has the potential to unlock better future treatments and undoubtedly has patients all over the world rejoicing that the mystery of Fibromyalgia has finally been solved.

By: Rebecca Savastio

Source: Redorbit


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Pain in my fingers

I have pain in fingers.
Aching in my toes.
My elbows are bruised.
Tears run down my nose.

My entire bodies hurting.
I can hardly type.
But I’ve got to write it down.
So it don’t become a gripe.

I’m feeling really lonely.
Fatigued and down and blue.
Something that you told me.
Broke my heart in two.

And on the day of love.
You left.
Never again.
Will we cross the path of guile.

As swords of ice cut out his heart.
Both cold with torn and bitter.
Revenge is not the way.
So he tried hard to forgive her.

But she was rather angry.
Some what mental and retarded.
Bloody war, smashed glass door.
Slashed wrist and scars discarded.

Now free I am from misery.
To fight another day.
With love in my heart.
I do start, to love life each and every way.

Stuart Smith Feb, 15, 2014

Another night walking the streets

Belle Isle Conservatory - Detroit, MI

It was 3am again, he awoke in a cold sweat, another nightmare.
The pain in his chest from the heart break never seemed to subside, in fact every night the pain grew stronger.

As his chest tightened, he clutched and gasped as his eyes opened as wide as the sky. It had been a very long time since she had hurt him, yet as each drop of forgiveness fell as tears from his swollen eyes, he knew that only love was the answer and although he had found it in himself he yearned to feel the closeness of a love once past yet never forgotten, he knew that this pain was there to assist him to find his duality and make him grow stronger.

He dressed hastily, still sweating he wipes the tears from his brow, sighs and heads downstairs to walk the walk of solitude that only the night can bring.

Many a night he walks the streets, solum in his slumber, with his head facing the wet pavement he kicks stones as his feet scrape the tarmac, in a lethargic trance, he stumbles pacing slowly with no sense of direction he crawls along the streets once again.

Many hours pass, many footsteps trodden, he walks, he cries, he rips the hair from his head.
As each strand of hair falls in slow motion to the floor, they meet the tears in a dance of quite contemplation.

He knows not where he’s going, he knows not the direction that the wind blows, yet despite the unknown he knows that a new love is on the horizon, he takes comfort in the joy it has brought him thus far as she is the most precious gem he had ever felt, not just in his heart but right to his very soul he knows she is an angel of the light inside and out and that he will always love her even if only from a distance.

He smiles in remembrance of the many times his new love had given him the joy of her company. The joy and love this being of light had freely given him was worth all the previous pain he had endured.

As he wipes away his tears and thinks just of her loving smile, he knows peace in his heart as he has found true love, meaningful love, not just of pleasures of the flesh, as of yet they had not shared their souls and become one physically, but a universal love, that they where connected across time and space and had spent many lives together, they would always find each other, despite his yearning just to hold her, he patiently awaits the day she calls him to her.

This mattered not to him, it didn’t even matter if in this life she wasn’t with him romantically for he was happy just to have found her once again and knew they’d be together once again one day.

It was at this moment the pain from the torturous happenings that had weakened his resolve lifted from his heart and although she may never be by his side, as his lover, his wife, he knew that she would always love him for it was not a new love, but a love that spanned the ages, a love that could not die, for she was a rose in full bloom and he marvelled at her beauty.

Te quiero mucho mi amore.

By Stuart Smith 2013

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Again and Again

Again and Again



Andromeda Hope

Yesterday we moved into an empty house without furniture or our nick naks to comfort us.

Shell was bleeding for most of the day we went to the hospital for an emergency scan only to discover the baby has no heart beat.

At only 6 cm our baby may have died four weeks ago.

I can only imagine that the bitter twisted path along the game of life we walk has more pain for us to endure.

Darren you won’t have to sue us now your threats matter not no more.
You can rest easy the affair you had with my wife, the stress and self pity and harm was all for nothing, you destroyed us completely, your plan worked, now we wait for seven days to see if the baby, our baby has grown and is alive, if not it has passed before we could even see it smile, cry or walk.

All that is left is A Hope that little Andromeda Hope is still alive, I ask for your loving kindness and prayers, as nothing short of a miracle from all the deities of the universe could save our baby now.

Seven days we wait, seven days of hope.

I place a picture my daughter drew wishing mummy luck, a Buddha atop a box, a broken angel, our wedding rings, into a box, then place them under a lit lamp.

All that I own, only has that wonderful scent of the love of your family, I pray that’s enough to see us through.

If you have a god and feel us worthy, please pray with us for a miracle of light
That our baby lives, A Hope is all we have left, loving kindness, loving kindness, loving kindness, Namaste, may each of you find genuine happiness in your hearts.


After the storm that become me, I ripped the skin from my face.
I lit the cigarettes, burned myself, a bitter smell I can still taste.
I smashed my own head in, with bitter disgrace and anger.
Someone soon please help me, to leave the human race.
As I beat my head in outrage, couldn’t get out of the door.
I tried to fly through windows, closed that not shatter whilst I fall.
The cold glass was forced upon me, insane I feel of mind.
Her only hope to stop the hurt, was by me doing time.
Locked away and forgotten, I stare at the bright lights.
I only wanted to be alone, in your arms through scary nights.
But now I get caged up with only me to see, the torture it continues by abandoning me.
I’m soon to see the doctor, they try to make amens.
If there is a God, then the devil is his friend.
I’m so sad and lowly, who really gives a shit.
About my self harm and torture, self pity in my pit.
I really must be going, let’s bring this to an end.
My pain it’s own illusion, when all I wanted was a friend.

Pretentious me!

Pretentious me!

I loved you, you said it right back, was compassion that you lacked.
Then of you go to fuck him black and blue, pretentious me, pretentious you.
Deceit and lies apart of your being, stupid me for not seeing.
You don’t love me, you don’t care, you just want to feel what isn’t there.

I hurt myself till blood runs dry, I haven’t time for the tears I cry.
I did feel you, but know your affair makes me feel, I’m just not there.
It wasn’t passion, lust or desire, you just wanted to eat his wires.
Pain anguish and hate becomes me, it must be coz I am nothing, empty.

Trapped in a void of fear and destitution, Absence is the only solution.
Consumed by voices of my own doing, but their trustees ruin.
I shout, I scream, nightmares become my dreams, I witness the cruel scenes.
Over and over again, while you heckle and sleep with my best friend.

Artificial love plastic in design, I never see it coming, I’m simply far too blind.
His flashy flamboyance impressed, only took text to make you undress.
My pompous tantrums control my actions, it doth not give satisfaction.
He stole the best part of you, now its gone forever, isn’t he clever.

My talents are few, my words are bitter, we can’t fix this with glitter.
A new home, a new start, but disaster blew it all apart.
Nuclear explosions of soul and mind, burned skin is all that is left behind.
Turmoil of love unwanted, an assault of heart drips blood till dry sores swell up my eyes.

By Stuart Otway-Smith

Spasm Chasm


Deep within a dark dank place, hidden from the human race.

I sit.

I feel alone.

The pain is deep and winding.
My muscles ache and twitch.
No drugs flow through my veins.
If they did, they’d only make me itch.

These oddities often manifest, quite simply on their own.

My legs are locked, my arms are torn, it even hurts to smile.
A locked jaw, I want no more, I’m no longer mobile.
A sudden jerk of pre convulsion, pain of mind without emotion.
A limb, my face, but no trace, left for anyone to see.

The abyss of fibres rip, without sound, people pass by unnoticeably.

The Spasm Chasm I not implore, consumes all of my being.
Although I feel it deep within, it’s not for all, too seeing!
On my own, I sit at home, without choice or empathy.
I really want this to end, it’s been like this days.

When will it end?
Will I mend?

My body, convolutes, a random dance.

Confusion of verse betrays me, Fibro Fog, belated me.

The mountain of stairs, not that there’s many, is simply to hard to climb.
It’s times like these that make me ache, with throbbing and pulsation.
Pins like bladed needles walk my back, where art though compassion oh great creator.
My words like medicine heal my soul, the Spasm Chasm has its hold.

This verse, full of gaping, nonsensical confusion.
This is how the Spasm Chasm consumes you!

My world, its illusion.

By Stuart Otway-Smith

An attempt to describe in poetry what Muscle Spasms feel like, a symptom of Fibromyalgia / Chronic Pain Syndrome.

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