Spasticity

⚠️ Please read with care: This blog shares personal, sometimes painful experiences. My intention is to support and speak honestly not to harm. I’m not a professional, just someone who understands how hard it can get. If you're struggling, you're not alone please reach out for professional help.

Three a.m. and my legs are iron bars. I’m awake not because of a dream, but because my own body has turned into a torture rack. Spasticity they call it. Clinical word, clean and tidy. In reality it’s a bloody vice clamped round your muscles until you want to scream.

What it actually is: spasticity means the muscle tone is cranked up to the point where any movement meets resistance . It isn’t “just stiff legs” or “tense muscles” it’s misfiring wiring. MS strips the insulation (myelin) off nerves, so the “relax” signal never makes it down the line. Muscles seize, jerk, lock, and sometimes kick out without warning.

Lived reality:

Waking with calves twisted like a corkscrew.

Trying to stand and finding your knees welded shut.

A jolt through your thigh like your body just sucker-punched you.

Nights lost to a body that refuses to sleep.

The so-called toolbox:

First line: baclofen, tizanidine, diazepam, dantrolene—sedating, imperfect, but sometimes the only rope you’ve got .

If those fail, the UK’s NICE guidelines say offer a 4-week trial of THC:CBD spray (Sativex) for moderate to severe spasticity . That’s the first cannabis-based medicine ever licensed here.

When it’s brutal, intrathecal baclofen pumps drip the drug straight into your spinal fluid. It works. It’s invasive. It’s not offered nearly enough .

Exercise and movement help stop muscles chaining up , but let’s be clear: stretching alone won’t magically fix spasticity .

Triggers that fan the flames: infections, fever, overheating, tight clothes, constipation, pain, stress, fatigue, even a full bladder . Everyday stuff that flips a switch and makes your body lock.

Why it matters: spasticity doesn’t just steal mobility—it steals sleep, dignity, spontaneity. It turns daily life into a constant negotiation with your own muscles. That’s not “just another symptom.” That’s a thief.

References (for readers who want the receipts)

NICE NG144 (2019): Cannabis-based medicines in MS

Cochrane review (2024): Cannabinoids and spasticity

AAN guideline: Oral anti-spasticity meds

UK MS Society: Exercise reduces spasticity

New evidence: stretching not a cure-all

Intrathecal baclofen: long-term safe and effective

I write in ink and fury, in breath and broken bone.
Through storm and silence, I survive. That is the crime and the miracle.

⚠️ Please read with care: This blog shares personal, sometimes painful experiences. My intention is to support and speak honestly not to harm. I’m not a professional, just someone who understands how hard it can get. If you're struggling, you're not alone please reach out for professional help.

Time is a drunk clown in cheap shoes doing cartwheels in my skull. Welcome to progressive MS, where your brain hits the brakes mid-thought and your day folds in on itself like a damp deckchair.

I’ve done the pharma carousel. Twenty to thirty pills a day, side-effects breeding side-effects like horny gremlins, needles for dessert. Result: zombie mode. Chair-bound, fogged, half a human. That’s not medicine. That’s chemical cosplay.

Then there’s medical cannabis oil and flower basic, honest, grown-in-dirt relief. It doesn’t cure MS (nothing does, spare me the miracle clickbait), but it calms the spasms, dulls the pain, gives sleep a chance, and lets me feel human without the opiate hangover. No “inspirational warrior” bullshit; just reality that works.

Benefits of Medical Weed (minus the brochure voice)

Pain Management Chronic pain and gnawing neuropathic nonsense stop chewing through my nerves. No opiate fog, no “what planet am I on?”

Mental Health Anxiety down, black dog naps. Depends on strain/dose, sure but I’m not staring at the wall planning my own funeral anymore.

Anti-Inflammatory Less swelling, less misery, less “scream into a cushion.” Crohn’s, RA—people report relief. “Early studies” say promise; my body says thanks.

Nausea & Appetite Chemo pukes? Weed body-checks them. Appetite returns without force-feeding pills and prayers.

Neurological CBD has receipts for seizures. For MS: spasms and stiffness throttle back. I can sit without my body re-enacting a mechanical bull.

Sleep Relaxation shows up, anxiety sods off, and I actually sleep before 4 a.m. Staring at ceilings is not a hobby.

Benefit	What NHS/Pharma Say	What Actually Happens (My Reality)
Pain Management	“May reduce discomfort.”	Spasms shut the fuck up. Nerve pain finally chills where opiates failed.
Mental Health	“Some report mild improvement.”	Anxiety eases, depression loosens. No death-stare at the wall.
Anti-Inflammatory	“Early studies show promise.”	Less swelling, less agony, fewer F-bombs per hour.
Nausea & Appetite	“Helps chemo-induced nausea.”	Vomitfest canceled; appetite returns without the pill pyramid.
Neurological	“May help seizures/spasticity.”	CBD reins in seizures; MS spasms stop playing rodeo.
Sleep	“Improves sleep in some cases.”	Real sleep. Not sedated oblivion. Actual rest.

Progressive MS + Weed: Straight from the trench

Spasticity: THC/CBD together take the edge off the iron-bar tightness. Oil for baseline, flower for flare-ups.

Neuropathic pain: The burning/zinging is less murderous. Not gone just not in charge.

Sleep: Indica-leaning strains knock me down gently. Not a sledgehammer, more a firm hand on the shoulder.

Mood/anxiety: Calmer. Not blissed, just steadier footing in a tilting room.

Fatigue: Mixed bag. Some days better, some days couch-glue. Timing + dose matter.

Cognition: Helps because pain/spasms back off. Too much THC? Hello marshmallow brain. Respect the line.

What it isn’t

A cure.

A halo.

A licence to hotbox yourself into next week. It’s medicine—treat it like one.

My takeaway

I’d rather be a weed-smelling goblin in an electric wheelchair than an NHS-approved opiate zombie. Weed doesn’t fix MS. It makes life with MS bearable. That’s the whole game.

(Standard sanity note: your body isn’t mine. Talk to a clinician who treats cannabis like medicine, not scandal. Start low, go slow, keep notes, don’t be a hero.)

I write in ink and fury, in breath and broken bone.
Through storm and silence, I survive. That is the crime and the miracle.