I have a relative who is dealing with a chronic pain issue and if I were her, I would have started with the most mild, non-invasive shit that I could, then work my way up. Walk a couple miles a week and eat a scratch-cooked dinner five nights a week. Get an ergonomic home office setup and look up some acupressure/myofascial release points. Take up tai chi and give up foods with added sugar. Hire a personal trainer who will prescribe 60 squats and 5 minutes of planking a day.
After six months of that, then you go to the doctor and get your pills and injections and surgeries and shit.
I think troon faith in the medical-industrial complex is INSANE.
I am not the crunchy granola type, but my goal in life is to stay away from the doctor as much as I can.
I've taken a lot of prescription meds for my own ass-mar, and every one has caused another problem somewhere. Sometimes it's shit you can live with, and sometimes it's "Oh hell naw," but they're all going to do something somewhere that you don't like.
To wit:
Singulair Black Box Warning
The U.S. Food and Drug Administration issued a Singulair black box warning in 2020 because of potentially serious behavior and mood-related changes with Singular. These changes include depression and suicidal thoughts. People experiencing behavior or mood-related changes should contact their doctor.
Asthma meds all make you psycho, make your snatch itch, cost $500 a month, or all three.
(I'm surprised testosterone doesn't come with a similar warning for pooners, given the number of pooner school shooters out there.)
Doing regular cardio, avoiding foods you're allergic to, and drinking something with caffeine in it is damn near free. Bad days, take a Sudafed and a hot shower. A stretch of bad days, start a low-key course of Prednisone.