My story is pretty complex, so it'll take some time to detail.
My injury was also (originally) at L5/S1. A failed fusion and six surgeries later, it's still not fixed and I'm left permanently disabled. Even a Spinal Cord Stimulator implant (which malfunctioned several times, forcing its eventual removal) failed to help.
I originally injured myself in April of 2008, while at work at a local music store (which I can't name for legal reasons). I was unloading a shipment of amplifiers, and the name on the box said Crate.
Now we've all seen Crate amps, they're pretty well known for being solid-state, lightweight POS's. I lifted the amp out of the shipping box, expecting an easy 20 pound enclosure. It just so happened that Crate had just released a TUBE amp, so what I expected to weigh 20 pounds actually weighed closer to 70 pounds!!
Everyone around me heard the pop as the disk at L5/S1 tore in half. I instantly was on the floor, screaming in pain. Within an hour, I was at a workers comp doctor's office, being checked out.
The workers comp doctor saw me weekly for about six months, and never in that time period did anything other than medicate me. By the time I was actually x-rayed, the injury had been made much worse, and the disk was completely destroyed. Even worse, I was now addicted to Percocet and Soma.
The workers comp doctor finally sent me to physical therapy, saying that my injury was probably a pulled muscle. Six weeks of PT obviously did nothing but make me feel even worse, so the decision was made to try a round of Cortisone injections. Remember, at this point there had been NO x-rays, NO MRI's, just guessing on the workers comp doctor's part.
The cortisone injection relieved the pain enough to get me back to work. So I went back to work, only to have it flare up again a few weeks later. I came home from work one day and sat down, and couldn't stand back up! Something was definitely wrong.
I set an appointment for a second, outside opinion. While I work I got a phone call from the workers comp insurance company, telling me that since I returned to work, they were denying responsibility for my injury. ***!?! I then received a call from the second doctor's office, saying that my appointment had been cancelled and that the insurance wouldn't pay for me to be seen.
So now I was completely laid up, unable to even walk, and couldn't get a doctor to see me. Frustrated, I called a lawyer. He managed to get me an appointment with a local specialist, who right away ordered an MRI. A lawsuit was filed to protect myself and to get my growing medical bills paid.
Then I get another call from the workers comp insurance adjuster, saying that I had to through what they called an "independent medical exam." What this is, is a doctor on the payroll of the workers comp insurance company, hired to report that my injury didn't exist.
The appointment was a nightmare. In trying to prove that I was faking my injury, he twisted me into a pretzel, obviously warranting screams of pain from me. My ride that day had to carry me to the car when we left. My injury was made much worse by that exam, and the report came back that I was indeed injured (yeah, no crap!). Still, workers comp refused to pay.
My lawyer went to bat for me, scheduling appointment with specialists that were willing to see me. It wasn't easy, because at that point, nobody knew how they were getting paid.
I had several rounds of injections that did nothing, and finally the decision was made to operate. Went through a discogram to find the true source of the pain. It was the most painful experience of my life, with each disk being inflated with dye until they found the bad one, which showed itself by creating the worst pain I had ever felt. I actually was told that I created a few new swear words that day, when they inflated the bad disk.
In September of 2009, over a year later, a spinal fusion was done at L5/S1. The recovery from that surgery was horrible.
In October of 2009, I got married. At least that's what the paperwork says, I have no memory of the wedding thanks to the massive amounts of painkillers I was now on. Over a hundred people at the wedding, and I don't remember even being there.
The fusion failed, the pain never letting up even a little.
At this point (I think I have my timeline correct), I won my lawsuit, and workers comp was bound by law to pay my medical bills pertaining to this for the rest of my life (as well as a substantial settlement). Even though I won the case, it's to this day always a headache to get my bills paid. Always a runaround.
After the fusion failed, more PT. I also was sent to get acupuncture, which did nothing to help.
Another option was presented. A Spinal Cord Stimulator implant. A small battery would be implanted in my lower back, with leads installed in my upper back. The implant send an electrical impulse through my nerves in my back, to interrupt the pain signals. Sounds great in theory. It didn't work.
Shortly after receiving the implant, my body started to reject it. I'm a skinny guy, and the SCS required a fatty area to be placed into. Within a few months, it started to push itself to the surface of my skin, and the decision was made to operate again to relocate it to my abdomen.
Two weeks after it was moved, the battery in my stomach FLIPPED OVER!! So they had to go back in again, and flip it back over. At this point I'm on surgery #5, and hopelessly addicted to OxyContin.
After repositioning the battery, the implant started to malfunction. Out of the blue it would turn itself on, and shock the hell out of me.
Here's what it looked like inside. The screws are from the fusion, and you can see the battery for the SCS. I also have a spot in my upper back, between my shoulder blades, where a section of my spine was removed to place the leads.
After all the surgeries I was left in more pain than I started. The doctor that ordered all the operations was mysteriously fired, and I was left with no doctor willing to help.
Finally finding a new doctor, the SCS was removed. The pain was no better, and to this day I'm left to use whatever means I can find to ease my pain.
At one point I was very close to giving up on playing music. It was just too painful.
I started to sell off my basses to find better balanced, lighter ones. It helped but only a little.
Today, I'm finally off the opiates after a horrible withdrawal, and still doing everything I can to keep playing.
Then I found the Gruv Gear Duostrap. It's a dual strap system that evenly distributes the weight of my bass to both shoulders. Now, instead of being forced to lean to one side to counteract the weight of my bass, I'm able to stand up straight when I play. I talked at great length with Damian Erskine, the bassist who designed the Duostrap, before buying it. I've got a huge box filled with every gadget you can imagine, I've tried them all.
The Duostrap has been a godsend. I'm able to play again, without drugs, and with a lot less pain than a standard strap. I'm not an endorser, but I would in a heartbeat. This thing saved my career.
I'm not totally pain-free, but it has been a HUGE improvement.
After almost six years, I'm left on disability, unable to work. I can't stand for more than a few minutes without having to stop and sit down (there's always a barstool on my side of the stage now), and can't walk more than a block without being laid up the next day.
My back will never be back to normal, and I'm left with a torso covered in scars to serve as a reminder of the while mess.
and around 85 kg (187 lbs) so an average body. My problems with my left hand have started when I cracked a wrist bone (I checked Wikipedia for bone name – its trapezium) nearly into half just before entering puberty. It took nearly 6 years to heal the cracked bone. I had a normal puberty and with continuous bone development, the crack couldn’t has been able heal completely. Between ages 12-18 I had to wear wrist cast periodically to ease the pain. I should add that no internal operation had been done to the bone. I’m also dominantly left handed so I had to do everything I do with that injured wrist. Then the pain has decayed over time after ages 18-19 and I don’t feel like have to wear casts anymore.
) and my finger pain has restarted. I’m now applying voltaren before I grab piano or bass, it helps a little.
