I had pretty major back problems a year or so back; it started off just appearing to be muscle tension, but then got progressively worse, and I got more and more hunched over, until by the point I had a diagnosis, I looked like I should be selling poisoned apples to unwary girls, or possible working as a bellringer.
After over 6 months of messing around, unhelpful exercises, weird diagnoses and enough codeine to take down a horse, an MRI showed the culprit to be a badly herniated disc, which I’d spent the last few months being told was unlikely due to my gender and age- 29 and female.
When I finally managed to get to a doctor (after almost a month of being unable to walk- I really put it off, because I really didn’t want to get surgery, but eventually it became clear I was risking nerve damage by carrying on as I was), he took a quick look at me and my MRI results, and declared me to be worse than anyone currently on the waiting list, so I skipped right to the top of it, and was admitted as an emergency case.
The next morning, I went in for a microdiscectomy, and had a ‘massive chunk’ (surgeon’s description) of disc removed. It was awesome, I’d been so hunched and walking with a stick for about 2 months, it was like I grew a foot overnight, and apart from the almost comical level of exhaustion caused by walking after a month in bed, the recovery was smooth, felt quick, and weirdly painless.
I had my first discectomyversary a few weeks ago, and I’ve literally had nothing but the odd twinge in the last year. Plus I now have an awesome scar, also known as the ‘really hardcore tramp stamp’.
Try whatever else first, but if it doesn’t work, for all the risks, surgery really can help- I’d do it again in a heartbeat.