Thursday, April 23, 2015

Dear Motor Vehicle Insurer, I want a divorce

Yeah... I know, I should never have led you on.. I should never have hooked up with you in the first place. I had divorced all the other ones I was ever hooked up to, a decade ago, and was living happily ever after.
Then, you came calling, and at first I said no, but then I thought, what the heck, making myself available to see clients of yours who are traumatized after being in an MVA and needing help getting over the emotional and physical shock of it all and pain problems resulting.. heck, I've been there and I know how it feels..
And you were all accommodating of me at first - I was clear about my boundaries and described how I work - one patient at a time, an hour of treatment, no programs, no testing apart from range of movement recording, no questionnaires.. just interacting verbally and non-verbally with another human nervous system, giving it a chance in a quiet space to develop a different way of handling physiological regulation and reducing its own pain output, after having shared some information about the nervous system and what it needs and wants and likes.
You said yes. You even said I could bill and be paid for an hour at the going rate.

Time passed, and we grew used to each other. I didn't see clients of yours very often, but the ones I did got better in a timely way and you seemed happy with my work and paid me well for it.
Things seemed to be working out.

Until now.

One of your agents contacted me. Let's call her Stacy. That is not her real name, but I wanted to use a name that would evoke all the qualities of an alpha female who works out hard at the gym and is upwardly mobile and authoritative, who has that chirpy, energetic, extraverted no-nonsense sort of voice. So I'll call her Stacy.

Stacy wanted to know what was going on with Lucy. OK, here's the backstory on Lucy (also not her real name, but I wanted to pick a name that evoked the sort of quiet honest thoughtful earnest individual Lucy is). She's a grade 1 teacher.
She was walking (in a crosswalk for petesake) in December (cold, snowy, but in daylight) meeting friends for lunch. In the crosswalk she was struck by a truck. Yup, a pedestrian minding her own business, hit by a truck. Fortunately the truck stopped in time. Lucy remembers being struck on her right side, holding out her right arm to try to stop the truck, and yelling at the driver. There was physical contact of Lucy by the truck.
The driver got out and apologized.
Lucy proceeded to have lunch with her friends, a few of whom were nurses. They were concerned for her. She filed a claim. The claim covered her. The adjustor assigned to Lucy was nice. Let's call her Julie. (That's not her real name, but I want to call her something that evoked boundaried and professional but still friendly concern and caring.)
Julie told Lucy that the Insurance Company would keep her file open for 6 months, which sounds reasonable...

Lucy came to see me shortly after her injury with arm and neck pain. She had low back pain too which she had had for a long time and got massage for.
I treated her and we made a followup appointment. She was leaving the province to visit family for holidays, and wouldn't be back until the new year. I saw her again in the new year. She was 80% better, she said. I worked with her again, and said, come back if there is anything more I can help you with.

Time passed, she did not make any more appointments.
About a week ago, Stacy called me about Lucy. Stacy wanted to close the file, which had been given over to her when Julie took another spot in the company. Where Julie had been people-smart, Stacy was all corporate, this-is-the-way-we-do-things smart. She wanted that file closed and she wanted a discharge note, now.
I replied, well, I want to call Lucy first and just make sure everything is OK with her.
I called Lucy and Lucy said, I feel better, but yes, I would like to make an appointment (about the low back stuff, as it turned out..).

I told Stacy that Lucy had made another appointment and that I would hold off on the discharge note until after I'd seen her. Stacy said, OK, we'll pay you for that visit but then I'm closing her file for non-compliance. I asked what non-compliance are you referring to? Stacy said, people go into programs. Lucy hasn't been in any program so she's non-compliant with treatment. I said, I don't put people in "programs" - you should be glad I save you all that money by not treating people unnecessarily. Stacy said, no, people have to be in programs or we don't cover them. I said, what about what Julie said about leaving the file open for 6 months? Stacy said, no, we don't do that. People go into programs and when they are finished the program we close their file. We never keep files open just in case. We don't work that way. We're an insurance company. Julie was new and made a mistake.

Oh. I see. I said.

Then why (I asked) did you say you would pay me for that final visit Lucy made and that you wanted a discharge note, but then you closed her file anyway, and when I submitted request for payment I couldn't access the e-pay system? I do have a billing number..
Stacy said, you do? What is it? I gave it to her. She said oh, it's under your name and not your clinic's name? I said yes, it was a small practice, not a corporation, and I and Sensible Solutions Physiotherapy were the same. She found that very odd. I could hear her brain filing this new information under That-is-not-how-we-do-things-here.
I was getting increasingly angry; Stacy could hear it in my voice, so she accused me of being rude. I wasn't rude, I was angry. Those are two completely different things, but she had decided I was rude, and tried to change the conversation to it being about that, instead of about the client and the situation.
So I told her I wanted my name removed as a "partner" of the company. She said I'd have to contact Kathy (not her real name) to do that. I said fine. And hung up.

Then I called Lucy, and asked her if she wanted copies of anything in case she wished to pursue the company further, but she declined.. she was willing to let go of the whole ordeal with the change of adjustors and all the drama. Plus, she felt fine now, including her low back which had plagued her for a long time, since way before the MVA.

I said, it looks like I won't be paid for that last visit, but it's OK, because I'm just glad to not be their "partner" and having them shove me around and shove you around and not let me have my preferred style of interaction with their clients which is more 'catch and release' - instead they seem to think I need to have you come in three times a week for useless treatment and waste all kinds of money on that and have you be treated unnecessarily and me be bored trying to treat you even when you don't need it as if the "program" were the most important thing in the world instead of your sense of wellbeing back out in the world not needing to be a "patient" of mine... I'll take the bite for the treatment you had that they won't pay for because it wasn't your fault.

Then Lucy said, no, I'll pay you for that last visit.. I can send the receipt into my work insurance - they cover PT. If my workplace didn't have good insurance I might be more willing to fight the Motor Vehicle Insurance company, but really, I just want it to be over.

Fair enough Lucy, fair enough. And thank you for being you. And Stacy, go perch on a pivot. And MV Insurance company, I divorce you as of today. Our little adventure together is over.



Thursday, April 09, 2015

Five papers that seem to all go together

Lately I've seen or have been sent one paper after another that chase each other around in my head, so I'm going to put them all in here, for later digestion. 

1. A very interesting paper that supports the idea that the brain does its own thing, mostly, and uses up a large amount of energy to do so. There is a section in there pointing out how very little sensory information actually reaches the brain. I saw a video a long time ago that spelled this out for vision, but alas I couldn't find it again. Something like only 2% of raw sensory input ever makes it in there to be processed. Shocking, I know. Such an illusion we enjoy, that we are perfectly aware of everything around us all the time. Our brain makes us believe that even while it burns up large amounts of fuel doing its own thing. 

Raichle ME; The restless brain: how intrinsic activity organizes brain function. Philosophical Transactions B 
30 March 2015 (FULL TEXT)


ABSTRACT: Traditionally studies of brain function have focused on task-evoked responses. By their very nature such experiments tacitly encourage a reflexive view of brain function. While such an approach has been remarkably productive at all levels of neuroscience, it ignores the alternative possibility that brain functions are mainly intrinsic and ongoing, involving information processing for interpreting, responding to and predicting environmental demands. I suggest that the latter view best captures the essence of brain function, a position that accords well with the allocation of the brain's energy resources, its limited access to sensory information and a dynamic, intrinsic functional organization. The nature of this intrinsic activity, which exhibits a surprising level of organization with dimensions of both space and time, is revealed in the ongoing activity of the brain and its metabolism. As we look to the future, understanding the nature of this intrinsic activity will require integrating knowledge from cognitive and systems neuroscience with cellular and molecular neuroscience where ion channels, receptors, components of signal transduction and metabolic pathways are all in a constant state of flux. The reward for doing so will be a much better understanding of human behaviour in health and disease.


2.  Abstract only, I'm afraid.. but great paper. It explains, among much else, why octopuses and other very brainy non-vertebrates never made it to the moon while we did. 


"There are two major groups on Earth that have highly developed sensory systems and large brains: the chordates and the cephalopods. Part of the Mollusc phylum, the cephalopods (the nautilus, squid, octopus, and cuttlefish) have never evolved myelin. In addition, they use hemocyanin, which has one-quarter of the oxygen-carrying capacity of hemoglobin. These two factors, the lack of myelinated axons and hemoglobin, hindered the evolution of the cephalopod nervous system, while the descendants of the jawed fish landed on the Moon."

OrĂ³ JJ. Evolution of the brain: from behavior to consciousness in 3.4 billion years. Neurosurgery. 2004 Jun;54(6):1287-96 (ABSTRACT ONLY)


ABSTRACT: Once life began as single-cell organisms, evolution favored those able to seek nutrients and avoid risks. Receptors sensed the environment, memory traces were laid, and adaptive responses were made. Environmental stress, at times as dramatic as the collision of an asteroid, resulted in extinctions that favored small predators with dorsal nerve cords and cranially positioned brains. Myelination, and later thermoregulation, led to increasingly efficient neural processing. As somatosensory, visual, and auditory input increased, a neocortex developed containing both sensory and motor neural maps. Hominids, with their free hands, pushed cortical development further and began to make simple stone tools. Tools and increasing cognition allowed procurement of a richer diet that led to a smaller gut, thus freeing more energy for brain expansion. Multimodal association areas, initially developed for processing incoming sensory information, blossomed and began to provide the organism with an awareness of self and environment. Advancements in memory storage and retrieval gave the organism a sense of continuity through time. This developing consciousness eventually left visible traces, which today are dramatically evident on cave walls in France and Spain. We will take this journey from the single cell to human consciousness.

3.  All about the formation of the nervous system. I LOVE this paper. Why? because it tracks how everything started and how it's all still in there.  Plus I love the "skin/brain thesis" for all my usual biased reasons. Plus it is congruent with all the work Seth Grant has done on protenomics, the proteins that are found at brain synapses, the complexity of them in humans but especially the point he makes about how the ones that work are highly conserved, even from membrane pores of single-cell organisms (like yeast for petesake.. ! Yes, some of our brain synaptic proteins are same as those yeast invented!)

Fred Keijzer; Moving and sensing without input and output: early nervous systems and the origins of the animal sensorimotor organization. Biology & Philosophy 10.1007/s10539-015-9483-1 - FULL TEXT



ABSTRACT: It remains a standing problem how and why the first nervous systems evolved. Molecular and genomic information is now rapidly accumulating but the macroscopic organization and functioning of early nervous systems remains unclear. To explore potential evolutionary options, a coordination centered view is discussed that diverges from a standard input–output view on early nervous systems. The scenario involved, the skin brain thesis (SBT), stresses the need to coordinate muscle-based motility at a very early stage. This paper addresses how this scenario with its focus on coordination also deals with sensory aspects. It will be argued that the neural structure required to coordinate extensive sheets of contractile tissue for motility provides the starting point for a new multicellular organized form of sensing. Moving a body by muscle contraction provides the basis for a multicellular organization that is sensitive to external surface structure at the scale of the animal body. Instead of thinking about early nervous systems as being connected to the environment merely through input and output, the implication developed here is that early nervous systems provide the foundation for a highly specific animal sensorimotor organization in which neural activity directly reflects bodily and environmental spatiotemporal structure. While the SBT diverges from the input–output view, it is closely linked to and supported by ongoing work on embodied approaches to intelligence to which it adds a new interpretation of animal embodiment and sensorimotor organization.


4. Massive amount of information about the skin and all the neurology therein. I have not yet even begun to absorb everything this paper offers. It's likely of interest to dermatologists, mainly, but hey, there is plenty in there to learn about the neurology in/of skin.


Dirk Roosterman , Tobias Goerge , Stefan W. Schneider , Nigel W. Bunnett , Martin Steinhoff;  Neuronal Control of Skin Function: The Skin as a Neuroimmunoendocrine Organ. Physiological Reviews October 1, 2006 Vol. 86 no. 4, 1309-1379 FULL TEXT



ABSTRACT: This review focuses on the role of the peripheral nervous system in cutaneous biology and disease. During the last few years, a modern concept of an interactive network between cutaneous nerves, the neuroendocrine axis, and the immune system has been established. We learned that neurocutaneous interactions influence a variety of physiological and pathophysiological functions, including cell growth, immunity, inflammation, pruritus, and wound healing. This interaction is mediated by primary afferent as well as autonomic nerves, which release neuromediators and activate specific receptors on many target cells in the skin. A dense network of sensory nerves releases neuropeptides, thereby modulating inflammation, cell growth, and the immune responses in the skin. Neurotrophic factors, in addition to regulating nerve growth, participate in many properties of skin function. The skin expresses a variety of neurohormone receptors coupled to heterotrimeric G proteins that are tightly involved in skin homeostasis and inflammation. This neurohormone-receptor interaction is modulated by endopeptidases, which are able to terminate neuropeptide-induced inflammatory or immune responses. Neuronal proteinase-activated receptors or transient receptor potential ion channels are recently described receptors that may have been important in regulating neurogenic inflammation, pain, and pruritus. Together, a close multidirectional interaction between neuromediators, high-affinity receptors, and regulatory proteases is critically involved to maintain tissue integrity and regulate inflammatory responses in the skin. A deeper understanding of cutaneous neuroimmunoendocrinology may help to develop new strategies for the treatment of several skin diseases.



5. Lastly but far from leastly, a recent paper that makes sense of physical contact, providing the PT world with a good reason to retain manual therapy in our profession. Just in case there was ever any danger of it being discarded. Which I hear rumours about from time to time. Also with a path into new avenues of research into what we can do with people, and how we might get the attention of their marvelous, massive, evolved, nervous systems whose parts have been jealously conserved since they evolved and are still all in there, mostly getting along but sometimes not, sometimes one bit creating problems for some other bit, and how we try to help all those bits all get along together better again. Izabela Panek , Tuan Bui, Asher T.B. Wright, and Robert M. Brownstone;  Cutaneous afferent regulation of motor function. Acta Neurobiol Exp 2014, 74: 158–171 FULL TEXT


ABSTRACT: Motor systems must be responsive to the environment in which the organism moves. Accordingly, there are many sensory systems that affect intrinsic motor programs. In this mini review, we will discuss the effects that inputs from cutaneous low-threshold mechanoreceptors have on motor function, focusing on locomotion and hand grasp. A mathematical analysis of grip strength is provided to quantify the regulation of the forces required in maintaining the grip of a moving object. These two behaviours were selected because the neural control of locomotion has been primarily studied for hind-limbs in cats and rodents, whereas hand grasp has been primarily studied in fore-limbs in human and non-human primates. When taken together, insight can be gleaned on the cutaneous regulation of movement as well as the role these afferents may play in mediating functional recovery following injury. We conclude that low-threshold mechanoreceptors are critical for normal motor function and for inducing plasticity in motor microcircuits following injury





Tuesday, March 24, 2015

How I cut myself some slack and fixed my TMJ syndrome

When I say I cut myself some slack, I don't mean I pushed aside all care and responsibility and went on a holiday or anything like that. I mean, I cut myself some physical slack.

Let me digress for a moment. 

Life catches up to you in odd little ways. I'm in my mid-sixties now, and my relationship to physical exercise has always been on-again off again. The longest relationship with physical exercise I ever had was in my early twenties, when I practiced yoga every single day for two years solid. I never have regretted putting the time and effort in, and I never have regretted abandoning it and getting interested in other things. Both. At the same exact time. (Yes, I'm a walking contradiction.)

Anyway, I've become a lot more sedentary in the last 5 years or so. Moving back to a place where there is a lot more snow, and where sidewalks are never fully cleared, cured me of a tendency toward compulsive walking. That, plus being online a lot of the time.

Anyway, a month or two ago I was surprised when I felt/heard my TMJ pop, loudly, in my ear, on the left. There was a bit of pain, nothing much, lots of grinding and crunching.
I did all sorts of DNM and movement and even some taping, but no matter, it still popped, snapped, cracked and crunched like some new kind of kid-friendly cereal ad.

One night recently in a fit of insomnia I got up at 3:30 am and stood in bare feet in the kitchen and did some yoga. Just one thing. Complete forward and complete backward bending, three times each way.

I'm happy to report not only was the jaw thing mostly gone by the next day, but a bunch of other naggy wee bits and pieces also disappeared - little things I didn't even realize I had until I did the yoga move. How do I know they went away too? Because this morning I repeated the process, and did not feel them anymore. So, yay about that I guess.

What is the trick? I think taking my 72 kilometers of folded and branched and three dimensional neural tree for a good ride, first one way, then the other, likely got rid of a bunch of accumulated neural tension and mechanical deformation, gave it a chance to mop itself up really well.

You don't have to do much physical exercise to deal with physical discomforts and keep them at bay, but you do have to do a bare minimum. What is the bare minimum? That's for each human to decide for him/herself.

Here is how I do forward and backward bend.
1. Bare feet, firm floor (no carpet). Organize body weight as exactly as possible over the fronts and heels of two feet. Sounds easy, but it can be a real trick. So, even weight as if on four table legs. Keep the imaginary table (i.e., yourself) level. The entire time. Harder than it sounds.
2. Breathe. Slowly. Completely in and completely out. From the pubic bone. Maintain throughout. Again, harder than it sounds.
3. Find the anti-gravity suit and deploy it. This means, grow up toward the ceiling. As soon as you even think that, you will feel your abs kick in, your spine lengthen, your breast bone start to lift, and your neck lengthen. Enjoy the feeling and keep that feeling going for a few breaths. It's a verb, not a noun. When you can't grow up any taller, stay tall as you managed to become, breathe in and out a few times up there, then slowly let yourself shorten again.
4. Now it's time to start the forward bend. Let your head be like a tulip head. Let the neck bones move one by one. Let gravity have your head, but hugely control the descent. Let your arms and shoulder girdle be limp as over-cooked spaghetti. Their angles will change as you descend. Feel how delicious it feels to feel your shoulder blades slide all by themselves over your ribcage. Knees straight, and soft, at the same time. Go as slow as you possibly can while noticing as much as you possibly can about how it all FEELS. If you can, once you've set the agenda, and the very slow speed, let the critter brain do all the rest. Let the critter brain manage the relationship to gravity and angles and descent, and all you have to do is focus on the breathing and making sure the pressure is even through all four contact places of your feet. If you're doing this slow enough for it to do any good, it should take a good three or more minutes to get all the way over. No, I'm not kidding you.
5. Let gravity have all of you it wants. Hang there. Breathe in, and then out. Pause after an exhale. Wait until you crave oxygen before inhaling. You are regaining locus of control over autonomic bits of your nervous system. You are taking charge. You are giving it all the oxygen it could ever want, but you are setting the pace and making it ask first. You are reminding it that you live in that brain too. You are playing frisbee with your inner dog beast. You are giving it your full attention. 

6. When you have dangled for awhile, focused, breathing, feet square, and have stopped noticing any lengthening of your upper body, it's time to come back home. Begin your ascent. Go up just as slowly as you went down. This is a huge project, so notice as much about how it FEELS as you possibly can. Keep the feet square, even weight, maintain the frisbee game of breathing with your inner dog beast/critter brain (inhale -> send the frisbee out, exhale -> the dog brings it back, make the dog wait until you're ready to throw again..). Feel all the fibres figuring out how to lift up half your body weight. Feel the wonderful orchestration as they all cooperate to do this amazing feat. Go very very slowly. It will feel good, not uncomfortable. All sorts of images will pass through the mind as you rise up. A recurring one that goes through mine: a fisherman, carefully hauling up a huge net full of fish, using the side of the boat as a fulcrum, careful to winch slowly so he doesn't catch the net and rip it on anything. Another - a huge crane lifting up over tall rooftops, slowly. All sorts of gears making the mechanics of it be all spread out, long ropes/big pulleys inside making the work be pretty much effortless for any one structure. 
7. Once you're back up on top of yourself, another slow grow up toward the ceiling. You might feel taller this time. Then shorten back into gravity. Time to descend backward.
8. Neck softens, but this time let the tulip head travel back. Let the tulip stem fold back as much like a real tulip stem as you can manage. It's ok to pause at intervals to let more slack cut itself. You are not going to fall over backwards. Your critter brain will do everything it can to not ever let that happen. You are giving it a problem to solve, and its favourite thing in the world to do is combat gravity. It's a human anti-gravity suit, after all. (When I did this, for the first time in decades, probably, in the middle of the night, the first thing I felt was how tight the front of my neck felt, like it was covered all over on the inside with coach tape or something. Then I could feel how tight my abs were, right at the ribcage. I noted everything, but didn't worry about it in the slightest, because I knew my critter brain would be capable of dealing with it, if not right then, later on. It's not about anatomy, it's about physiology.) Go as far as you can. Stay there. Breathe fully in and fully out as ever. Your abs might stutter and shudder a bit. Don't worry about it. Retain control of the direction, the speed, the breathing, the weightbearing. Let the inner dog beast worry about sorting out all the rest, over the next 24 hours.
9. This one is more tiring than forward bending. You likely won't last as long because it feels like way more work. Stay there as long as you can anyway. Then start back up again.

10. Repeat the whole beeswax, times 3. If you're doing it right, i.e., going slow enough, the entire sequence will take about 15-20 minutes. On the second round you'll find yourself able to go further. The third round won't add much more information, but it seems like a third round helps lock in whatever you learned from the first and second round. So, three times is the magic number. Any more than three times is a waste of time in my opinion.

Once you've practiced a few days you'll become way more adept and bendy, and it won't take as long anymore.

What I noticed repeating the entire process a few days later was that the coach tape was gone from inside the front of the neck and the abs lengthened out the way they should, and the shuddering was gone. I succeeded in cutting myself some physical slack. The critter brain had reestablished its own motor control. Good, because motor control is its job, not mine.


Friday, March 06, 2015

Pain and stress in a systems perspective

Today Ian Stevens sent me a link to an old paper (old by publishing metrics) from 2008, Pain and stress in a system's perspective. It's open access and a joy to read, the way it describes the connectivity of systems within a multi-cellular organism such as ourselves.

I bring it forth, not just because it's a great paper, but also because I want to draw attention (yes, again...) to the point that astroglia are not immune cells. 


The paper has this to say about glial cells:
"Microglia, oligodendrocytes and astrocytes reside within the CNS and contribute to inflammation and peripheral injury-induced pain, including the spread of pain. Microglia are immune cells closely related to macrophages that express the same surface markers. Injury and other events that threaten homeostasis activate microglia. These immune cells contribute to hyperalgesia and alloydynia by releasing pro-inflammatory cytokines and chemokines, and they are probably involved in several neuropathic pain conditions. 
"The astrocyte, a non-migratory subtype of glial cell, diversely supports CNS function. Through its direct contact with blood capillary networks, it provides vasomodulation of localized blood flow, metabolic support (e.g., glucose delivery), and control of the blood brain barrier function on micro and macro levels. Subpopulations of astrocytes surround neurons and their synaptic connections, thereby influencing pre-synaptic neurotransmitter release through modulation of synaptic cleft calcium concentration and membrane polarization. In controlling local environments, they functionally organize regional synaptic connections. In addition, they provide the important function of neurotransmitter uptake, thus protecting against glutamate neurotoxicity, which is implicated in several central pathological states."
As you can see, the paper explicitly points out that microglia are immune cells, which is correct, but unfortunately it isn't QUITE as explicit about pointing out that astroglia are non-neuronal neural cells. It doesn't however, SAY that astroglia are immune cells. Which gives me a feeling of relief.
I regret to say that at the moment there is a line of confusion moving along that has astrocytes conflated with immune cells.
Yes, they have certain immune capabilities, but it seems to me, that along with other kinds of macroglia (microglia excluded) their MAIN job is to keep neurons protected from direct contact with blood, even as they extract glucose and oxygen to supply to neurons, which (greedy little hogs that they are) require a vastly disproportionate amount of same in order to function, collectively, as the nervous system. Two percent of the body, using up 20% of its fuel.

At the San Diego Pain Summit, I heard Lorimer Moseley refer to glia as immune cells.
(Erk.) 
I'm still a fan girl, but I wish he and the others would stop conflating all glia as being immune cells. 

There is a vast difference based on embryologic origin that is easily discernible, and learnable from the most easily accessible source by googling.
"Most glia are derived from ectodermal tissue of the developing embryo, in particular the neural tube and crest. The exception is microglia, which are derived from hemopoietic stem cells. In the adult, microglia are largely a self-renewing population and are distinct from macrophages and monocytes, which infiltrate the injured and diseased CNS.
"In the central nervous system, glia develop from the ventricular zone of the neural tube. These glia include the oligodendrocytes, ependymal cells, and astrocytes. In the peripheral nervous system, glia derive from the neural crest. These PNS glia include Schwann cells in nerves and satellite glial cells in ganglia." Wikipedia 
From: thebrain.mcgill.ca
Understanding embryonic origins of cells helps place them in a developmental tree of most primitive to most recent. I'm pretty sure that a clear understanding of primitive <-> recent helps one understand better how things work together as nested systems in a multicell organism like us, with so many different cell types, all requiring differing levels of fuel, the most outrageous example of which is the nervous system's greedy-pants need for such an overwhelmingly large proportion of whatever O2 and glucose happens to be available 24/7.



1. Chapman CR, Tuckett RP, Song CW;  Pain and stress in a system's perspective: reciprocal neural, endocrine and immune interactions. J. Pain 2008 Feb; 9(2): 122-145 (Open access)


March 15/2015 UPDATE:

After writing this blogpost, a long twitter conversation ensued. I did not buckle. I stand by my opinion: to call astrocytes "immune cells" is categorically incorrect. 

Among all sorts of other deflective offerings, it was declared that using Wikipedia as a reference is wrong because it has errors.
In response to that, I now have a perhaps better reference, that may elicit more respect, full text:

Kessaris N, Pringle N, Richardson WD;  Specification of CNS glia from neural stem cells in the embryonic neuroepithelium.  Philos Trans R Soc Lond B Biol Sci. 2008 Jan 12;363(1489):71-85.
"The nervous system is composed of neurons and glial cells. Glial cells in the central nervous system (CNS) include both the ‘macroglia’, which are derived from the neural tube, and the ‘microglia’, which are derived from haemopoietic precursors. Microglia are the resident macrophages of the CNS and play a key role in immune surveillance and defence." 

Macrophages are immune cells, very primitive, that can move autonomously, are attracted to chemogradients, and will eat up dead things, or any else that moves that they can sense and move toward and ingest. Scavengers. Sea-gulls of the body. Or fly larvae. Yes, the ecosystem of the physical body needs those.

Other glia, macroglia, including astrocytes, are brain cells. OK? Do we really have to argue anymore about this? Astrocytes = brain cells. I.e., NOT immune cells.

Haemopoietic stem cells come from bone marrow and before that, from embryonic support tissue. I.e., not ectoderm/ brain cells.  Immune cells = blood cells. I.e., Microglia = NOT brain cells. Is everyone clear on this? 
Screenshot March 15/2015

One of the biggest jobs glia in both brain and body have is to keep blood AWAY from neurons, by wrapping them, protecting the sensitive little things AWAY fom all the caustic chemical barrage blood has to offer. It's called maintaining the blood/brain or blood/nerve barrier. Not that it doesn't fail sometimes. Not that it's perfect. But it evolved, it's there, and works fairly well most of the time, in most people.
By the same token would it not make sense that astro and other macroglia keep microglia, etc., from sensing/being attracted toward neurons? How could a system evolve that had microglia being attracted to and chomping down on neurons? Wouldn't a creature like that would be selected against, not develop much in the way of brain?
Not that we aren't all gonna die some day anyway, through systems failure. Not that a lot of us won't go down with one kind of dementia or another, or have pain of one sort or another, maybe a kind created by systems failure of a glial sort, even.
No argument from me about that.

But I will go to my grave (earlier than I should have to maybe, because of all the twitter protestation) stating that this sentence is incorrect. 
















Sunday, March 01, 2015

Adventures at San Diego Pain Summit 2015

San Diego's first ever Pain Summit, clinical applications of pain science for manual therapists, was the first ever of its kind in the US. Thirteen different professions were represented from 8 different countries and at least three continents. Here is a page with lots of photos of the event.

I've been asked by the Canadian Physiotherapy Association Pain Science Division to write a review, so here it is.

It was Awesome.




Now that the review is done, I fill in the rest of this post with this and that. 

1. Here are other reviews of the weekend. They are way more awesome than any review I could devise, at this point. 

2. I still have jet lag from travelling to Spain earlier in the month and all the stress from that trip. 

3. I was a speaker at #sdpain, the inaugural San Diego Pain Summit 2015, and can't therefore really be objective. 

4. My favourite rock star PT pain researcher was there, as keynote, and I managed to get a picture with him. 
Lorimer Moseley with fan girl, yours truly


5. There were lots of people there from Canada. Neil Pearson was another speaker. He is a past chair of PSD and cofounder of it.



Neil Pearson speaking at SDPainSummit 2015

Susannah Britnell was there - she is a committee member in PSD's communications group, the same one I'm in...
Pretty sure this is Susannah. She was there with her husband, from Vancouver. 

6. There were many many speakers. Here is a picture of us all. From left to right: 



a) Jason Erickson, the MC. Jason is a massage therapist from Minneapolis. I met him on www.SomaSimple.com years ago. He facilitated two workshops I taught at. He teaches mostly on the east side of the U.S. 

b) Lorimer Moseley. Good grief, does he need any introduction? Here is a little writeup I did about him a few years ago. He runs the BodyInMind blog for researchers and clinicians. You will find many many papers there for free download. His talks at #sdpain were great, of course. Stay tuned for DIMs and SIMs. DIM is "danger in me" and SIM is "Safety in me". 
His latest definition of pain is "Pain = (credible evidence of danger) - (credible evidence of safety)  

c) Eric Kruger - Eric is a Next Generation PT, for sure. I met him on SomaSimple years ago too. He is about to do a PhD in psychology. His talk was about plotting a course through uncertainty, mostly by becoming a great listener. Allow for the patient's full expression of pain, answer the patient's question, "Am I alright?", use the patient's expression to have a conversation about values, and align goals and interventions with those values.


d) Below Eric, Rajam Roose. She wasn't a speaker, she was the ORGANIZER. (I'll talk about her a bit more, a bit later.)

e) Joe Brence, NXtGen. He is a SomaSimpler too. Joe spoke while wearing a GoPro camera around his head so he could film the crowd.  He introduced his MIP algorithm. M = Motivation, I = Input, P = Plan. Here is his blogpost about that
Joe Brence
f) Jason Silvernail. For over a decade, since even before Somasimple, Jason, on active duty in the U.S. army, has been posting at least as long as I have..  He spoke about "Crossing the Chasm: integrating pain science and finding your way". He said at first all he thought we'd need was a bridge, but later realized we probably needed a whole navigation system. Why? because the chasm was way, way bigger than he first suspected, with lots of varied terrain. His proposed nav system includes a comprehensive way to make decisions, manage uncertainty and move forward, forget about "tools" - they can't tell you when to use them or for how long, and being "eclectic" is not the answer.  It is a way to make decisions - software, not hardware. It's process, not product. Dump out the toolbox. Get rid of the hoarded clutter. Make sure there is space to integrate new material. A good navigation system will do three things: accurately reflect the ground, recalculate the route if you make a wrong turn or miss one, and give an accurate arrival time. To navigate the chasm, you need to know the science (basic science, published evidence, the context), apply critical thinking, and use claims responsibly. As the system gets more complicated the rules that govern your behaviour need to become simpler. Things you say matter, are a direct reflection of how you think.

g) Neil Pearson - Neil integrated principles from yoga therapy into pain science. He uses yoga as a kinesthetic vehicle for learning/teaching neuroscience and pain science. "Any aspect of your existence can be used to change suffering"

h) Barrett Dorko - he's been posting ever since the internet was invented. I've known him as long as I've been on it, about 15 years at this point. He writes every day on SomaSimple. His message is always "Understand More, Do Less". 

i) Ravensara Travillian - massage therapist in Seattle,  PhD in Biomedical and Health Informatics, works with refugees. She deftly wove into her talk several previous talks of the weekend, and took the Moseley challenge, which was "prove yourself wrong."All the while she worked on her slideshow, she chatted and visited freely. I know, because she and I were staying at the same place all weekend. Plus she was the chauffeur. Clearly, she knows how to multi-task and be focussed on What Must Be Done all at the same time. She treats people who have been through the worst of the worst a human could go through, a ripping apart of their existence and support structures, community, death of loved ones including war and murder, landing in a foreign land with nothing and not speaking the language.  She recounted instances where, had she known some pain science, she might have been of more help to people like this. She is Truly Awesome.

j) Me. What can I say about me? It was a three-hour presentation crunched down into 45 minutes. It included touch, how it's processed. What I wanted to convey was that when you add physical contact, you are holding the entire NS, that messy kludge of an added-onto system, in all its evolutionary glory, from the most primitive C fibre to the most sophisticated human brain function, all at the same time. That I think it appreciates caring contact/attention at every one of its messy levels. That I think it likely helps it to recombine its functions and dispel inconvenient positive feedback loops of which "pain" might be one. That in any NS alive and awake, all we are doing is interacting, not operating. That "operating" (or "curing") is something surgeons do, with their patient under anesthesia, not awake and alive and sensing the way our patients are. That to think we can change ANYthing from the outside of somebody else's conscious nervous system is conceit. That when the ducks line up well the NS changes itself, sometimes readily, sometimes less readily, but without any further ado. That all we can be is a catalyst to a favourable reaction. That catalysts leave no trace of themselves behind. That we can take pride in being the best possible catalysts we can be. Instead, I rambled on about the critter brain and sensory processing and descending modulation and nonspecific effects. Oh well..



k) Cory Blickenstaff - Cory has been on SomaSimple.com as long as I have. I first met him in about 2007, I think.. He spoke about being a contextual architect, and having people learn where their movement edges are, through "edgework", a term he coined. He demonstrated it at the summit. It's about finding the boundary to movement, and respecting it, while exploring it. He brought forth the "OK" scale. More about that.


l) John Ware - John discussed the profession of Physical Therapy, that he thought it was heading in the wrong direction, in the U.S., at least, how he thought it got off track. And he named names. :)

m) Kara Barnett - I met Kara for the first time a year ago, in San Diego where she works in a multi-disciplinary pain clinic. She was attending my humble dermoneuromodulation workshop, hosted by Rajam. This was her first time speaking at a major event, about her work in the clinic, where she sees many chronic pain patients. She was Awesome.
OK, now the story of how I met Rajam Roose.

The Thoroughly Awesome Rajam Roose
Who is Rajam? She is a massage therapist living and working in San Diego. She lives in a house with four cats, two bunnies, and a husband who cooks like a dream. At age 20, she tossed in the towel, her life up to that point, and went hitchhiking. She travelled for three years with a dog, lived hand to mouth, has written a book about her adventures. She settled down in Alabama, where she was born and raised, studied massage therapy, met her future husband there, moved to San Diego where he was from, and where he teaches high school, and went into practice. She contacted me on Facebook A few years ago, I got a private message from this woman, a stranger, who wanted to thank me for allowing a free copy of my manual to be out on the internet. She had downloaded it, quickly taught herself how to use it, and wanted my address, because she wanted to send me a thank you present. She made homemade soap, and asked what my favourite scent was. Sandalwood, I replied. Next thing was a giant heavy box of beautiful homemade soap arrived where I live! It was enough to last about a year. It must have cost a fortune to send by mail, but she swears up and down it didn't cost very much. She hired me I think I was her first gig she ever organized. She recruited Jason Erickson, the MC for the summit, to help her. They shared organizing responsibilities, and in the summer of 2012 I visited San Diego for the first time in my life. Pretty nice place. I met her kitties and bunnies and her husband, who cooks like a dream. She hired me again A year ago I was back in San Diego, teaching a small group of mostly PTs who wanted to learn my version of manual therapy based on neuroscience and pain science. This time I stayed at her home. She let me become attached to her kitties. (I love cats.) She pulled off organizing an entire summit! It was during that visit she decided the world needed her to organize a summit. She immediately contacted Lorimer Moseley to explain her idea and to ask him to keynote it, and he immediately accepted. And last weekend, it transpired. It was a resounding success. Enough people registered that Rajam not only broke even, she even paid for speaker airfare and accommodation. By herself. She is not an organization, she is an individual who made this event happen. And she is already planning the next one. The next one will be even more awesome, I think. Look in the link to see who will be speaking!! 


Edit: March 3 2015: One more picture, the back of the heads of a bunch of SomaSimple members who were also speakers. They sat in what appears to have been an emergent, self-assembled SomaSimple "boy" zone.
The venue and crowd at #sdpain2015

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Adventures with Air France

So, I was invited to go to Spain and teach a workshop on the east coast by the Mediterranean Sea, in a small city called Tavernes, near Valencia. 

Where the most delicious oranges in the world grow.. 

But I am getting ahead of myself.

The company that hired me was INSTEMA, a small but good continuing manual therapy education company. Manual therapy is one of the few remaining human activities that requires some in-house supervision/teaching/learning. At least, we think that is the case, if we are unsure of what to do with our hands or to think with our brains.. Besides, every so often it's good to go to a class in case anyone has come up with some new tricks. Here are a bunch of photos from the class that a photographer took for the company.
I have a few self-evolved tricks to teach, but mostly I have an explanatory model I like to think covers all the bases, a model that most of the time is completely ignored by manual therapy systems. 


INSTEMA took care of booking me, booking the trip, the venue, the meals and accommodation. They prepared and printed the manuals for the students and supplied materials for the class. All of this was already in place, months and months ago.

So, when the time arrived, I got myself on the plane and off I went.
After arriving in Toronto midmorning I had to sit around all day there waiting for the airbus. It finally took off about 7:30pm Toronto time, flight 351.
We had been in the air 3 or 4 hours, were eating a meal, when turbulence struck. Violent turbulence. I only had two hands to do three things: hold down the food, hold up the glass of wine, keep the wine bottle from sliding onto the floor.
I chose to hold the food down and the wine glass up. The wine bottle was a) small, b) plastic, c) securely lidded. As things turned out, it slid around a lot but didn't fall completely off the tray table.
Why is it that turbulence seems to know exactly when you have the most exposed and vulnerable food display, to strike? I realize that turbulence has no agency, so just forget I asked that nonsense question.
Eventually it quieted down. My seatmate, a woman my age from Croatia, and I, were just glad to be able to finish eating, and not have to fly inside a cabin that had food falling down from the ceiling.
It seemed to be taking quite awhile for the flight attendents to come past to remove the garbage.. we saw them in the far aisle, all huddled around one passenger, looking worried. It looked like maybe someone was in trouble.
We found out later the passenger they were attending was having an asthma attack, possibly secondary to stress, possibly stemming from the horrible rough air. He did not have his most important inhaler on board with him. The crew had one, which they gave him, and he felt better.. but...

To make the story a bit shorter, they removed the passenger from his seat and moved him back to the galley section so they could deal with him more privately. Then there was an announcement: the plane had turned around and we were heading back to Canada. Arrangements had been made to land the plane in St. John's Newfoundland, so the passenger could be taken off the plane and given medical care.
We landed, and paramedics came on board. Four of them. Lots of gear. They brought a very narrow little wheel chair all the way from the front of the plane to the very back, where I sat beside the aisle. They removed him up my aisle. He looked sort of embarrassed and drained, but alive and breathing OK by then.
Anyway... then the rest of us sat in the plane for the rest of the night, while the crew figured out what to do next.
Which was dreadful. 

The sitting all night on the runway and not even traveling part, I mean.

Every hour or two, an announcement would come along. First, they were going to try to take off and go back to Toronto. Then they changed it to Montreal. Then, forget about taking off - the plane simply couldn't take off. The Newfie gale was too strong, and there wasn't any runway in any direction that would be acceptable for such a huge plane.

So, here's the thing: it was a big plane. It was capable of holding almost 400 people. I don't know exactly how many seats were filled, let's say at least 350. That's a LOT of people to deal with in the middle of the night in a storm. To add to the problem, airline headquarters in Paris seemed to be closed. No one there bothered to answer the phone. So there were no clear guidelines.
The flight crew and officials and bus drivers and hotel managers in St. John's all had to cobble up a plan, together, for dealing with 350 completely unexpected people arriving unexpectedly on a huge plane in the middle of the night in a storm.

These things take time. People need to be phoned and hauled up out of bed, need to be informed so they can sleep rubbed out of their eyes and get organized.

Nothing happened with us. We couldn't move. We just sat there until finally it was announced, about 5:30am, that enough hotel rooms had been procured, and buses arranged to take us to them, and meals arranged, and we could go somewhere and sleep horizontally. But, of course, I've been part of enough large crowds in my life to know that nothing happens quickly when logistics are being handled for a large crowd. We didn't actually get to a room until about 8:30am.

Meanwhile, there was no internet, and I didn't have a mobile way to contact the hosts. INSTEMA knew nothing of any of this.

As soon as I was inside the airport, milling around with the other 350 passengers, I emailed INSTEMA on my laptop to tell them what had happened. Later we sorted out that I would still come to Spain, but the last leg of the flight needed to be changed: instead of arriving a day and a half ahead of time to get over jet lag, there, I would arrive around midnight to Valencia airport, be picked up by the translator and the taxi would drive us an hour further south to Tavernes, where the class would start at 9am Spanish time later the same morning. They handled all of it smoothly and very efficiently.
I arrived in Valencia, was picked up by Maria Sanchez, the very capable, bustling, reassuring and friendly translator, and her cab driver Ernesto. It's likely above and beyond the call of duty to be at an airport at midnight picking up an instructor, and likely past her pay grade, but she did it anyway, with good humour.

It all worked out, by a hair's breadth. We didn't have to shorten the class. Thank goodness. And the jet lag wasn't as bad as usual, because St. John's is a good three or four time zones closer to Spain than where I live.. so I was already part way physiologically adjusted by the time I arrived. And the flight home was so easy by comparison.


The class was comprised of lovely young therapists with hands like butter who seemed to grasp the concepts easily without effort. I love southern Europe for that.. 


I got to see the Mediterranean Sea, for the first and possibly last time ever..
What a thrill.
The first book I ever chose to read, after joining the Trossachs public library, at age 8, was a collection of old sailing yarns from ancient cultures all set against a backdrop of the Mediterranean. It was all so exotic, compared to my boring life growing up on a farm in the middle of nowhere. Reading was such an escape valve. It was always my very favourite thing to do. Escape.

Well, I'm happy to report to my eight-year-old self, hey! we finally got to lay our eyes on that very body of water that is so historically rich, so central to so much old and exciting literature. Sorry it took so long, kid. 








Saturday, January 17, 2015

Embodied-enactive clinical reasoning in physical therapy

LINK: Embodied-enactive clinical reasoning in physical therapy. 

Every once in awhile a great paper comes along, one that reads as though a mountain climber has stopped struggling for a little while, sits and admires the view, then shares what they notice about it - what it looks like, how it smells and feels; but not just what they perceive - also what they think about what they perceive.

This paper is like that. It didn't just resonate, it jangled every neuron in my brain in a most pleasant way.  
I read it through, once, and it held my attention right to the last sentence. Not every paper can do that, and frankly, most PT papers are so boring to me I can't get beyond the title. Not this one. Wow. It's absolutely captivating, exciting, scholarly and elegant. I feel another blog series coming on, like the one I did with Melzack and Katz' paper a couple years ago, in 20 parts each with many posts included

Here is the abstract:
Clinical reasoning is essential in physical therapy practice. Instrumental approaches and more recent narrative approaches to clinical reasoning guide physical therapists in their understanding of the patient’s movement disturbances and help them to plan strategies to improve function. To the extent that instrumental and/or narrative models of clinical reasoning represent impairments as mere physical disturbances, we argue that such models remain incomplete. We draw on a phenomenologically inspired approach to embodied cognition (termed “enactivism”) to suggest that the dynamics of lived bodily engagement between physical therapist and patient contribute to and help to constitute the clinical reasoning process. This article outlines the phenomenologically informed enactive perspective on clinical reasoning, with special reference to clinical work that addresses impairments as sequelae of neurological diseases.

It's about a lot of things, including intersubjectivity.
I have tried to write about that, could only express a fraction of what swirls around inside my head, about how important it is to realize that's as good as we can ever get. But that it is enough. The closest I ever got was delineating interaction as opposed to operative approaches or models. (
This paper even has a section titled "Interaction".) 

I'll see how much energy I have... I start teaching again in a couple weeks, plus I'm trying to complete the manual and send it away to see if someone will publish it.  It's been all uphill, I must say.
Yet I hear this paper calling: I want to devour it one line at a time, digest it into my brain cells like the amazing food for thought it is. 

Friday, December 26, 2014

On being badass, when called for



I have a little horror story to share. 
File under, "No matter what, do the right thing, and be badass if it's called for."

The story goes like this: me, age 30-ish, working in a hospital. Chugging along, routine ortho rotation. Three months of respite from all the other routine rotations.
Get a new referral from the psych ward of all places. Woman admitted for depression, won't eat, says she can't lift her arm, mobilize shoulder.

So, I have the patient brought into the department. Asked her to tell me what she thinks the problem is. She says, well they put a tray out for me, but I can't eat, because I can't use my arm. 


I ask, can you tell me what the problem is with your arm? She says, I fell and broke it a year ago. The doctor put pins in it, but it still doesn't work. 


I say, really! Can you show me? 


She says, sure. She uncovers her arm. She is a thin woman, sixties, smoker. The heads of the pins poke out visibly under her skin. 

She says, I can move the shoulder, if I do this..  (she contracts her shoulder girdle muscles and her shoulder externally rotates, while her arm stays still, against her body) - I can move the shoulder, but it feels like the arm isn't attached. 

I am aghast. She is exactly right. 


I ask, what did the doctor say about this? Has he seen it? 


She says, no, he told me it was healed. He said the surgeon told him it was healed. 


My jaw is on the floor. What? he hasn't examined you? She says, no, he told me I was depressed and admitted me here. But I can't eat from the tray... 


By now I'm mad. I don't get mad very often, but this makes me outraged. I say to her, it looks like the pins didn't do their job. I'm going to phone your doctor and see if I can get this straightened out. He should at least take a look!


So, I send her back to the ward, and I get the doctor on the phone. He is the scaredest doctor I have ever talked to on the phone, before or since. 

I want answers and he has none. 
I ask him why he didn't examine his patient - she has a non-union for PeteSake. 
He says, yeah I should have, but I trusted the surgeon's word. 
I ask, who read the xray? He says, the surgeon. I ask (because I'm so mad I can't remember), who was the surgeon? He tells me. 

Oh FFS. The worst one in the city, maybe the planet - behind his back everyone calls him Dr. Abscess. Plus he is the head of the provincial medical association and Dr. Scaredy is terrified of upsetting him by contradicting him in any way.

Dr. Abcess is an idiot. And a socipath to boot. And Dr. Scaredy is willing to put Dr. Abscess's version of taking and reading his own xrays, and playing let's-pretend-this-fracture-is-healed, ahead of even examining his patient. 


So now we're dealing with two idiots, and here is this poor woman who is being told by them both that her arm is fine, and healed, and by the second who hasn't even examined her that the reason she can't lift her arm is because she's depressed! (Yeah, I'd be depressed too if I couldn't lift my arm or eat and a couple of idiots certified as real doctors were telling me that night was day.) 

This display of cowardly obsequiousness infuriates me even more. I ask, what would it take to get you to change your mind and examine her? How about if you order some new xrays? He says, I can't because Dr. Abcess is gonna know. I ask him, if I can get somebody else to do a new set of xrays and read them, will that convince you to examine your patient? He says, yes. 


Aha. The magic word. 


Then he says, what do you think I should do?


Imagine. Asking the lowly PT what he should do. He's up to his nasal septum in imaginary political doodoo and paranoia and it clearly has distracted his brain from even being able to think about duty of care.


So (madder than ever) 
I say something, slowly, like, look, if you cared about this patient, you would have examined her. You would not have taken Dr. Abcess's word about anything! You would take her off that psych ward and put her on the ortho ward and you would refer her to Dr. Genius (not his real name - a wonderful ortho surgeon with a black belt in karate who understood the body, even under anesthetic, and whose patients always got better with no complications). 

He says, OK, if you can get me new xrays, I'll do that.

So I did. I called xray, explained the problem, named names, was invited to bring the patient down.


I went and got her, wheeled her down to xray. 


I asked her to show the new doctor what she could do with her shoulder. 
He watched her spin her shoulder around on top of her humerus, and his eyes widened. 
Then he said, I'll order the new set of xrays myself. And he did. And the new report stated "nonunion". 

I call Dr. Scaredy with the news. 

By the next day she is moved to the ortho ward and put under the care of Dr. Genius. 

By 2 days later her arm has been reentered, the ends scraped off, re-approximated, repinned, and put in a big coil that delivers electric field therapy of some kind to the bone, a short-lived medical fad back in those days.

I saw her once more just to make sure she was OK. She expressed thanks for having successfully kicked stagnant hospital and medical butt on her behalf. 


I normally kept my head down, got along to get along, but in this case I felt pretty righteous about bossing stupid doctors around. Then I went back to normal.
No one said a word and no one got in trouble, even the incompetent physicians who should have.

Then I moved to a new province to start a new life as a manual physiotherapist, away from hospitals and all their chaos and interpersonal machinations.