Final comment and then no more of this tedious crap about pain.
When you get sick or hurt, at first there is some novelty appeal. On one hand it sucks, but on the other you get to watch movies on demand. (The latter is overrated, though; pain is scary and it's hard to relax.) For me this flare also had some, shall we say, academic appeal. I wanted to study it. I spent a chunk of my life shut-in style and I was most curious to revisit it and take notes. Most curious.
Well the novelty wears fucking fast, is what I'm getting at. A month of pain life makes a fascinating study. After that you're not an anthropologist any more.
One nugget I have gleaned: preventing oneself from doing things is depressing. And of course, the majority of "things" are pain-risky. Lot of counterintuitive logic at play. Like, wouldn't it be good to get out and do something? No, it would be better to stay on the couch.
That may partly explain the tendency toward aggressive treatment. It's more psychologically satisfying. But aggressive treatment in back problems like mine can be ineffective or worse. Often, and often infuriatingly, the best treatment is rest.
So, take-home lesson in hand. Can I go back now?
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