"Standard" treatments don't work well for me; moreover, they involve invasive procedures too brutal to tolerate and medications I'm either outright allergic to, or that impair me so profoundly I can no longer function. At all.
So I took myself off my meds, thought things over, and came to the following conclusions.
MY CHRONIC PAIN MANIFESTO
Yes, it hurts.
It's going to anyway.
So should I hoard my days
And fast from life?
Comfort myself with poisons,
Blister-packed and FDA approved?
Some think it would be best all 'round.
I'd cure them if I could (heh!)
But I'm too tired for
Yet another pointless struggle.
The sunlight pours through trees like prosecco
And reminds me what it means to live:
Voices warm with love, the
Mouth-smack of good food,
The hug of hills and the
Rough snuggles of the sea.
Hoard my days? I'll spend each one
Like it's stuffed with jewels
Pouring through my hands like a miser's dream.
Feast on this:
The cost of life is much the same.
The difference lies in how you spend it.
How is this relevant to medical science? For one thing, it shows just how badly off base it is in vivo. Like any manifesto, it makes an explicit declaration: fundamental attitudes must change.
Policy determines what will be profitable, and profit opportunities determine what science gets funded. There is no profit in fully-functioning people, but there's plenty in people who are too sick to function but not sick enough to die ... for awhile.
Policy could allow my insurance to cover the things that do work (massage, reiki, homeopathy, yoga), especially given the detailed and vivid documentation I've provided of just how well they work. Nobody will fund science studies on these in any volume, because it is so much more profitable to drug people into silence.