Often, I refer to myself as a person in their 40s with a body of a 75-year-old. Since my 20s, I’ve been in pain and had some form of treatment to remedy it — with only small periods of respite over the past 22 years.
It all started when I was working in a nursing home. I was showering someone, and unfortunately, they passed away. I went against the manual handling policy and not knowing they had passed, I tried to catch them to prevent an injury or fall.
My back injury was my first interaction with a multidisciplinary team. I spent six months off work working on my recovery. As a newly married couple, we survived on Weetabix and noodles.Read more on themighty.com