After three years in the UK, I needed to use the National Health System. I’ve got a really bad lower back pain after lifting my motorbike to put it in a van. The reason why I did that is another story, but it was stupid and the damage is done.
So, in the beginning, I just innocently thought it will go away after a few days, because I thought I was young and strong but this illusion faded away completely when I saw myself in the mirror and realised I couldn’t even stand straight.
All the muscles in my back went to spasm to protect me from snapping in two, it seems.
And so let the NHS saga begin.