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By the time I reached my 60s, I’d seen a world of pain: first fused spinal discs, then a fractured skull after a dolly whacked me in the face during a shift as a UPS worker. (That took me a year and a half of rehab to recover from.) Later I had a hysterectomy and other operations related to my skull. But none of that was as bad as the pain in my leg.
It started about 10 years ago, an ungodly pressure in my lower back that ran down my right leg into my foot. And it never shut off. I saw doctors all over New Jersey, where I live, and specialists in other states. All they could offer me were painkillers.
By 2019, I was taking four…
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