
When my physio first suggested it to me, I was hesitant. Actually, that's an understatement. I got mad at her!
If you've had chronic pain, maybe you'll understand. You see, I was down bad. Bad bad.
It was 2021, and I'd been unable to work for over a year. My body was so deconditioned that I couldn't walk for more than a few minutes at a time. I was doing my physio exercises, trying to regain the most basic of basic strength, but for the most part, I was spending my days in bed waiting for bedtime to roll back around. Every day, I was in excruciating pain, and I truly believed it would never get better.
Let's get the "what's wrong with me" section out of the way: I was sick for weeks in 2010, which ended with appendicitis. The routine appendectomy, for whatever reason, triggered my nervous system like crazy.
I developed vulvodynia, which made any tampon I tried to use feel like a knife.
Eventually, this vulvodynia evolved into fibromyalgia, as the nerve pain spread through my body.
It felt like someone had strung Christmas lights inside me, and each light was delivering a sizzling zap as they flickered. Over the years, I had a few injuries as well, because I am nothing if not a clumsy girl. But because my nervous system was on such high alert at all times, there would always be some kind of lingering pain in the area long after the physical injury had healed.
From 2010 to 2021, I tried anything and everything to get the pain under control. I saw doctors, pain specialists, psychologists, psychiatrists, gynaecologists, endocrinologists, gastroenterologists, physios, pelvic floor physios, chiropractors, acupuncturists, osteopaths, massage therapists, whatever they call the people who do cupping… you name 'em, I've probably seen one.