Would it help you to know my beloved has been suffering back and leg pain for over a month now (we bigin to suspect sciatica) and all the doctor would say was 'have a prescription for over-priced Ibuprofin and stop bothering me' or, you know, words to that effect? He's got a gig today, he's keyboard player in the band, and it's going to make him suffer like he's getting kicked in the balls every hour on the hour lugging those keyboards and mic stands and speakers around after a two-hour drive to get to the venue.

(sends virtual pie and actual sympathy)

I spent most of my late adolescence and half my adult life dreaming of performing a home hysterectomy with a rusty chainsaw every month.