Gather 'round, kids. I got t tale, a tale of woe.
Once upon a time, I went into the forest. There, I picked a fight with a tree. The tree won. Haha. As if. No, I won. However, the conniving tree took a big bite out of my back.
"Wait... that tree had teeth?"
No, that's the poetic way in which I signify that I hurt myself. The tree in question was encroaching on the path in the forest. So I took my trusty chainsaw to cut it down. Cut it down, I did. Then I had to pick up the logs and stack them in my UTV. Unfortunately, I misjudged how heavy one log was, and it gave me an eternal gift: a bulge in my spine. With the bulge came pain.
I went to the doctors who told me, "Yes, you do have a bulge in your spine. Here's a prescription. Call us if you die." I tried to fill that prescription, but the US being such a mess, I was never able to fill it, because of the DEA. (Yes, that DEA.) They were freaking out and restricting how much of the medication was given out, blah blah. So I went without. That was fun (as in NOT fun).
Eventually, I healed, but the bulge is still there waiting for its moment to shine. That moment came last weekend. I've had spinal pain since Saturday. I'm a bit of a dunce, however, because I got on the pain medicine only yesterday (Sunday). I'm taking acetaminophen, max dose. It does not completely eliminate the pain, but it helps.
My ex-wife has a history with back pain. She's had some of her vertebrae fused due to her pain. I remember one of her doctors saying that it is more or less the luck of the draw whether someone can deal with back pain only with medication, or if they need surgery.
I'm hoping I just need medication. I'm glad I don't have to run into an office with this pain.