It seems like members are a bit slow on the uptake here, so I will start! 
I’ve had issues with my lower back (sciatica) since I was 18 and it prohibited me from challenging in an degree for distances over 100Klms. I was okay with that because my love was Track Racing due to it being fast and sharp.
In December 1979, I competed in the Gold Coast 6 Day and as riders usually did then, they didn’t race for 3-4wks after it due to the harshness of a Six. So out rolling along on the 14th January for my usual recovery ride, I was hit from behind by a 4-5t truck. 
I only blacked out for a short time and can remember to this day, the pain that was reeking havoc on my body. I could see the back of the truck and could see that it was the Courier Mail truck that did Country deliveries but he was earlier than previous mornings that I’d seen him but also new that he wasn’t dawdling along.
The ambulance turned up and a lights n siren trip to Ipswich Emergency was the order of the day. 
Due to the fact that I had obvious head injuries, there was no pain relief given.
Ex-rays and scans revealed no broken bones but there was a fracture across my ear canal.
My parents turned up but when my mother spoke to me, I couldn’t see her and I later found out that this, really destroyed her on the day but my vision came back some hours later.
The results were, I had a fractured head, a gash in my head that needed stitching, a gash that needed stitching in my shoulder blade, nerve endings that were torn away from the surface of my skin on the lower back, a huge hematoma to my lower back that eventually needed drain and slight compression of my spine. 
Since that time, I have had pain levels that range from a 4-10 but never a day that is without pain. It impacts me in a way that I have too manage it my way and this includes whether I take over the counter painkillers or prescription. I prefer not to take prescription painkillers but when the pain level reaches 8, I take them. 
On the days that I can function at a positive level, I will push myself to the extreme and usualy end up barely able to walk and look like a cripple. 
The icing on the cake is that I was diagnosed with ADHD and Aspergers at the age of 64yrs.
This was however a blessing in disguise because it answered many questions in regards to my mindset that no matter how hard I tried to change it, I couldn’t. 
So there you have it, a slight incite into my world and another reason why I believe blokes need to open up, so that others, that are possibly going through
know that they are not alone!
I still have days that are a struggle but I’m also a stubborn bastard that pushes hard to function but that, in itself can be a problem, especially if like you’re like me, am very independent and have problems asking for help!
Just ask my family how much I have made them suffer. 
I now have medication that helps me control my emotions/mood swings and those around me have seen the difference, especially my family! 
Foo