... Still curious to find out what else the seniors here have done for their various ailments and limitations
Some will have more easily manageable conditions than others, and not all treatments are equal even if on the face of it you'd think they should be.
I've been a judo player for over 40 years. When my back problems made things so bad that there was really no point in doing it any more I bit the bullet and went to see the doctor. He said, "Hello, we don't see much of you!" Anyway he recommended physiotherapy and exercise. He sent me to a physiotherapist at a National Health Service hospital (NHS=free), and given my mobility problems suggested swimming for the exercise. So I tried both, for several months. They were both useless but I don't think that was the doctor's fault. He said because of the cost he couldn't send me for a NMR scan, so I had one done privately. At that stage I'd have bought the bloomin' scanner if it would have fixed my back.
http://www.jubileegroup.co.uk/JOS/misc/Spine/
The consultant surgeon looked at the scans with me. He pointed to the various bits and said what they were and what he was looking for. One of my discs seemed to me to be a different colour from all the others, and I said, "Oh, is that the bad one?" "No," he said, "that's the good one!"
The consultant said that he could operate, to kill nerves, which would ease the pain, but on close questioning it turned out that although there was a 100% chance of killing the nerve, there was only about a 30% chance of providing permanent pain relief. Some people apparently get no relief at all and for others it's only temporary. There was also a small chance of dying. Very small, but given that I'm allergic to a fairly common bug I said I'd give it a miss for now, thanks, but reconsider if I couldn't find another way to manage. So the consultant recommended another physiotherapist, this time not on the NHS, and so expensive. All the money I had wouldn't have been too expensive.
The private physiotherapist was very much better than the NHS one. She did a lot of investigation by observing me while I exercised, she gave me literally dozens of different exercises to do at home and they started to have an effect. Sometimes the effect was so startlingly effective that I thought she might just have come up with a permanent fix, but it would always relapse to some extent. As I said, occasionally I feel the need to use chemical help, and sometimes the exercises left me needing help. Paracetamol is about as good as it gets for me without going to the doctor for something stronger (anti-inflammatory drugs were ruled out because of the problems they cause). We tried stronger painkillers (basically morphine). I hadn't known until that time that opiates affect the gut, and in my case it practically stopped my gut from doing anything at all, so they had to go.
That left me doing the exercises and taking paracetamol more or less continuously.
Still thinking along the exercise idea my wife suggested going out for longer walks with the dogs. I honestly didn't think that it would help at all, but at that stage anything was worth a shot. For some reason it seemed to help, and I even found myself breaking out into a trot now and again. Maybe it's because the're fit young dogs and they pull so hard on the leads and it's quite hard work to control them just with the leads. I could tell them not to, but I deliberately let them pull for the extra exercise for me. To cut a long story short I kept it up, and after a few months I was running again and I felt it was worth trying to get back on the mat. That was a real trial and I did have some setbacks, but I persevered and now I'm back to the stage where I can wear out a reasonably fit, twenty year old brown belt. At the club they think I'm incredibly fit, but admittedly I don't tell them how much it sometimes costs me after a session and they really haven't a clue what proper fitness is -- I'm using more guile than fitness, and I'm avoiding moves which years ago would have been some of my favourites. Basically I'm tailoring my exercise to what I've found will keep me going and not give me too much grief later on.
The moral of this boring story is this: keep looking. If I hadn't kept on looking for ways to manage it then by now I think the pain would have been beyond endurance and I'd have jacked it in. There were times when I was thinking that way.
Keep looking for ways to deal with it. You might find one.
Have to run now, the dogs are telling me we're very late for their walk.
