Escape Pain

I have just been to my first Escape Pain clinic. Over 4 months ago my hospital physiotherapist selected me for this programme.  Partly, I think, because of desperation that his set exercises (since June 2024) had reached their (his/mine) exhaustion limit.  I always tried to be positive but, bluntly, sometimes the exercises themselves seem to backfire. And, partly, because this clinic is a collective approach as eight people share experiences to boost confidence.

I am one of the oldest but there is something encouraging being surrounded by hobbling, creaking limbs and pilgrim brave souls. Each of us was given a name badge so that Hannah (our noble leader) could address us and we could begin group dynamics.  We met in the hospital gym full of equipment around the echoing walls. In the middle we sat on chairs and we told how Escape Pain would allow us to become more confident in dealing with our joint pain for the long term by helping us learn techniques for avoiding the Vicious Cycle: Pain - Prolonged Rest- Overactivity.  So, we are to expect advice about safe exercise and pacing; healthy diet, managing flare ups, setting personal goals.  Always gaining tips from other people in the same condition. 

That sounds good! Our first session had warm up exercises and then rotation around eight stations.  I had a couple of thoughts.  One was general.  How optimistic Escape Pain is! I suppose you have to be positive but ageing takes its toll.  It made me think about false messaging that some people hear about the gospel. That faith in Jesus Christ means escaping pain in charmed loved lives. A kind of spiritual insurance police. No, discipleship is in the real world where Jesus identified with our human condition and now lives with us and the Holy Spirit, helping us to live with suffering and pain.

The other thought brought a smile. When we were leaving one of the women came over to me and asked me if I was Michael Quicke.  She said she thought there wouldn't be many Michael Q's (my label) in the world. It turns out she is a Baptist minister's widow whose husband was minister where my father pastored in the 1960's.  Instantly, the network of connections and relationships hummed into action. I was so happy to meet her.  That will make a difference as we meet up again. 

In this odd blog, which blends personal bits and pieces with more solid stuff, I shall report in at least once as the clinic progresses.