I am 32 years old and I have a hernia

I type this with my feet on a thumb-thick Chanel book to relieve the pressure from my legs and in the meantime, I try to stack my vertebrae. That's what the exercise therapist calls it. This relieves the pressure on the nerve, which radiates pain to my right leg and makes my foot tingle a bit strangely. I am 32 years old and I have had a hernia for ten months. Pardon my French, but what the F? I'm way too young for this, right?

How did I get this? I have no idea. I stood five days a week in the gym, was fit and suddenly I was moving slower than the average senior walking club with sticks, had non-stop pain, and before I knew it, I was lying in my tracksuit in the MRI tunnel. A hernia, was the verdict. Yes, you are young and also a woman, which is not very common because it is actually a middle-aged men's ailment (seriously?), but just deal with it. The neurologist sent me home with a bag full of colored powders and pills and said I should take it easy for a month. During that time, I was a bit stoned, did two sessions of lying therapy at the office, and dutifully did a trillion exercises a day. It's all definitely less than it was then, I'm even (almost) off the medication, it went so well that I thought I could box again and there we went.

If you keep eating what you did and go from five times exercising to elderly moving, this also does things to your body. Pain does things to your face (a labyrinth of wrinkles on the forehead). A body that doesn't work does things to your head. By the way, you also feel quite senior when you are being treated at a hernia center (not sexy, I repeat: not sexy), so that's why I requested my scan from the hospital, maybe my physio can still do a bit of work on my back for improvement. Which is why I am now scrolling through the photos of the inside of my body for an hour, wondering if that white edge is fat or something else and if those dark spots are organs I didn't know existed. I also send the photos, as if it's my last vacation snapshot, with an accompanying arrow where the intervertebral disc is causing trouble. And in the meantime, I keep grumbling under my breath because yes, it's logical to be frustrated, but no, you also shouldn't complain too much because then you become tiring for the people around you (sorry).

Long tirade in short: I don't know anymore, but it has to stop. HELP. Please send all your true stories, tips, phone numbers, and miracle doctors to adeline@amayzine.com and help me get rid of my hernia.