I had back surgery in August 2006. It sounds menacing, but these days “back surgery” doesn’t mean you’re in bed for months. I walked out of the hospital and slept in my own bed the night of the surgery (a microdiscectomy and laminotony, FTR…removal and clean-up of a ruptured disc that was displacing a nerve root and otherwise causing painful mayhem), and was able to return to work a month later. I’ve had stiffness and muscle pain since, but the nerve pain was gone…until two weeks ago.
A death in the family meant a 4.5 hour flight, plus 2 hours in a car, twice in 4 days. My back completely freaked out. I’ve seen the doctor, a massage therapist/chiropractor in training, and spoken to my neurosurgeon…everyone thinks it’s just a severe spasm, but the pain level and its interference in my ability to live my life–plus the fact that the FUCKING NERVE PAIN IS BACK shooting hot knives down the back of my leg–freaks me out a little. I’m seeing the pain specialist (who will undoubtedly want to prescribe opiates to me AGAIN even though I refuse them AGAIN) next week for hopefully a referral for a new MRI, but until then, I’m using heat, ice, ibuprofen, exercise, and stretches to try and remain functional. I’m also trying to keep a good attitude, but this has understandably frazzled me. There’s been some crying spells, brought on by the physical pain itself as well as frustration.
So I go to www.spineuniverse.com to look up some more info on what I can do in the meantime, and I read this gem from their “I Still Have Back Pain! Now What?” page:
Oh, well, FUCK me. Thanks a whole lot, body, for designing me so that a natural reaction to pain will MAKE IT HURT MORE.
Stupid neurochemistry.
sigh
It’s not that bad, the good news is I do feel better now than two weeks ago, blah blah blah…but that honked my horn. Grumble.