But there’s one type of pain that got the better of me – phantom limb pain. It beat me, and I believe it did so because my brain couldn’t make sense of it. Not only was there no visual evidence to support the pain I felt, there was visual PROOF to the contrary: what I felt wasn’t even possible.
My leg man, Jeff, counseled me that the flopping around at night might continue for years. “When you go still, your brain doesn’t have other physical movements to focus on, and it starts to make stuff up.” Again, Jeff was right. To this day, R.L. will twitch when I’m trying to fall asleep, though it’s become a less frequent occurrence.