This is more of a long, poor me whine, not pit worthy.
Monday, I woke up after three hours (I sleep days) in pain. More explicitly, I hurt from my lower back down my left hip, to my knee and to my ankle. This has happened before. Sciatica rears its ugly self every few years since a car accident when I was sixteen.
Sometimes this will go away on its own if I use plenty of heat and take some NSAIDs. Not this time.
By Tuesday morning (I got a whole three hours sleep again with the help of pain meds leftover from dental work last fall), I knew that this was a job for a chiropractor. Over the years, that usually has been the most effective course of action.
Having moved since this last hit (six years ago), I called a couple of friends for recomendations and started calling the offices. I found one close to my home who took my insurance and he got me in right away.
After x-rays, the chiro came into the treatment room and asked “So when did you fracture your spine, missred?”
“Do what?” says I, puzzled.
He chuckled and said “That’s what I thought.”
He then went on to explain that about 5% of women experience stress fractures in their lumbar region between the ages of 8-12. What with all of the body changes of puberty, oftentimes any pain is attributed to menstrual cramps and it goes undiagnosed.
He pointed to the healed fracture on the x-rays and explained that that was what was causing a pinched nerve every few years. He also told me to expect for it to take a bit longer to heal as I age. Yippee! 
The good news is that after two treatments, I’m beginning to feel a bit better already. 
The bad news is that I’m stuck with three times a week treatments for a few weeks, right at the beginning of travel season.
Mundane, to everyone who isn’t me, pointless, yes, but I’m still sharing.