In my experience, there are two kinds of back being fucked: the kind where spasms come from the tiniest gesture and you are floored for days of microwaved wheat cushions and anti-inflammatories, the kind where a chiropractor in San Francisco - in the nineties - wanted to adjust your hip and you wouldn't let him, you said you just wanted the massage and heat treatment and he went in the huff. And then there is the kind where you get a sciatica-type ailment after saving your wee nephew a few years ago from stoating his head on the path - when you grabbed him you felt something tear in your back, you could not move. Over the year, your knee and ankle and hip went numb/weak and you had nauseating electricity-like pain that nothing would shift, you had months of physio and an MRI, they found nothing untoward, apart from 'normal' wear and tear, and it is only time that truly eases it (like so many things). But every so often it flares up, like when you potter for twenty minutes in the garden, it feels like a key is winding up and tightening your hip. Sometimes, you get both kinds at the same time. You do the cobra 'til you can't stand it any more, you take prescription codeine, you have so many hot baths that you think you might dissolve. I woke up today, my left knee is weak, my ankle feels bored into. But that is one thing about having ME, you are so used to all the fun of the fair, it just becomes something else to shove under the carpet.