For those of you who haven’t experienced crippling back pain, it is more intense than you can understand.
One time, I had to be dragged across the house on a blanket by my aging father to get to the power lift chair because I fell down trying to get out of bed.
Another time, I had a flare-up and had to lay in the bed of my truck while a friend drove me home because I couldn’t bend my leg to get in the car.
I’ve shit myself rather than try to get up and go to the bathroom because of the pain.
And yes, the insurance company tried to deny the epidural I received that probably ended up saving me from eventual suicide.
That one injection in my spine has kept the sciatica from affecting my legs and within 24 hours my life had changed.
And it took an extra 4 months because the insurance company at first denied it, then approved it, but only for a 2-day window so I couldn’t schedule the procedure, and I ended up having to go to the Board of Insurance twice.
4 months where I’d get flare-ups that made putting on pants an hour-long process. 4 months where I couldn’t visit friends because I didn’t want to risk getting stranded at their house unable to walk. 4 months where I could barely work because sitting at the computer was nearly impossible.
I hate violence, but if I’d have met one of the insurance company heads during those 4 months, I might have shot them.
For those of you who haven’t experienced crippling back pain, it is more intense than you can understand.
One time, I had to be dragged across the house on a blanket by my aging father to get to the power lift chair because I fell down trying to get out of bed.
Another time, I had a flare-up and had to lay in the bed of my truck while a friend drove me home because I couldn’t bend my leg to get in the car.
I’ve shit myself rather than try to get up and go to the bathroom because of the pain.
And yes, the insurance company tried to deny the epidural I received that probably ended up saving me from eventual suicide.
That one injection in my spine has kept the sciatica from affecting my legs and within 24 hours my life had changed.
And it took an extra 4 months because the insurance company at first denied it, then approved it, but only for a 2-day window so I couldn’t schedule the procedure, and I ended up having to go to the Board of Insurance twice.
4 months where I’d get flare-ups that made putting on pants an hour-long process. 4 months where I couldn’t visit friends because I didn’t want to risk getting stranded at their house unable to walk. 4 months where I could barely work because sitting at the computer was nearly impossible.
I hate violence, but if I’d have met one of the insurance company heads during those 4 months, I might have shot them.
I legit experienced it only once and it wore me out so fast. Hope everything is better and you recovered from the experience 🫂