Life finds so many ways to keep me humble. Whether it’s hiding my eyeglasses in plain sight, my inability to remember whether I charged my phone the previous night, or the often Herculean task of getting through the day without a coffee stain on my shirt, my life is a series of small humiliations. However, nothing cuts me down to size quite like physical pain.
I recently got my first spinal injection after dealing with a compressed nerve in my lower back. What started as the familiar back pain I’d endured over the years quickly devolved into great, jagged stabs that ran down my leg and numbed my foot. Overnight, I turned into my father, a karmic punishment for making fun of how he’d groan when rising from the couch. I was prescribed a cocktail of painkillers to get me through the workweek without sobbing in a corner.