I'm sorry you're getting back surgery, Tep, but I do remember how much relief the first one gave you.
This time it's weird, because I don't have OHMYGODPAINPAINPAINKILLMEPAIN. It's like an electric shock running down my arms, and then pins and needles in my hands. Which, to be clear, isn't a whole lot of fun, but it's for sure not the same kind of pain. (The surgery is necessary because if the wayward discs don't get off the nerves they're pressing on, there will be permanent nerve damage and I'll eventually lose grip strength in my hands and, I guess, general strength in my arms and hands. And I would like to avoid that. So, surgery.)
I'm thinking you and Tim probably deserve a co-Billboard at this point. Something something Spinal Tapped.
Our family crest (for just us two, the Northside Beckmeyers) is a picture of Skeletor with text superimposed over it that reads "I will be okay. Not because everything is fine, but because I am surprisingly difficult to destroy."