During my 1-hour, 44-minute, and 6-second phone call with the anesthetist that handled my surgery on August 31 2020, which was mainly a complaint against how he and the spine doctor and the hospital treated my case, he asked how I was doing. I told him that I fear I will never be more than 80% of my physical health from March 2020. I’m writing this in mid-September. Will I return to 80% physical health by November 2020? Or, perhaps, more?
If I can thank Doctor-Number-Four for one thing, it was his performance of what a headache patient “should” do. Here I was suffering, needlessly, because I choose to be respectful and hold my pain inside. While driving through the heavy traffic to see Doctor-Number-Nine, I thought: what if I play it up a little? I wore my sunglasses, let the headache sensations control my thoughts, and let the sensations bother me without reigning them back.