When I first developed bfs, both my hands and my feet felt as though they had been shot with adrenaline. I tried to explain it to the doctor, but he seemed unimpressed. The extremities felt as though I had suffered a fright, but the adrenaline had not subsided, afterward.
43RichyThe43rd, your reflections are interesting. I too believe we are a society of adrenaline junkies. In my own home the family is flying around, always on the verge of being late, always in a hyper state of anxiousness about getting this, or that done. I used to buy into it, and I actually believe that it has been this fact, more than any other that has led me to bfs, and before that to all the unwellness that plagued me.
It is not the adrenaline that is unhealthy, but rather the fact that we are static at the time of the adrenaline outburst. We have no outlet for this chemical in our sedentary lives, and so it wreaks havoc. It is a chemical that wants activity.
This why I walk and ride. My mantra is...Just Move. No matter the weather, no matter the time of day or night...just move. Movement, however, is not enough. For the ones that inhabit our lives, that love us, are also addicts. A family of addicts, all feeding the beast that gives momentum to their sphere, yet traps them within this sphere. This requires more than a mantra, for our psyches are more impressed by this kind of onslaught. New parameters need established, parameters that protect the flow of our own energy, and disallow it buying into the adrenaline filled energy of others.
It isn't bfs that is complicated, but rather the other things that we have been subjected to for a much longer time. Remove these other catalysts and the bfs becomes a reminder of another time, a time when the joy that you now have, was waiting in the wings. Centre stage, our own lives deserve at least that much deference.
Basso
