Do the surge. I suffered for decades with 'minor' pain, until a forced intubation worsened my Eagle's. I also suffered from fibromyalgia, chronic inflammation, sensitivities to everything from chemicals to the sun to whatever was floating in the air along with food... my body was always on alert. No medicine ever 'cured' anything for me; if my body didn't do it on it's own, it didn't get done. My hair was falling out, nails were thin and brittle, etc., etc.
My body overreacts to injuries by healing too fast and too much around the damage.... attacking a metal rod in my foot thinking it was a foreign invader and building bone so the rod had to be cut out. Stitches which were supposed to dissolve were encapsulated, with pus forming and then pushed to the skin surface... I had some yucky moments.
During my surgery my tonsil was also removed (going thru there, should remove anyway), because it was highly infected and had some kind of tissue issue... Almost immediately I felt like a web of confusion was removed from my body. The problems I have now (just two months later) is damages which are permanent due to the fight by body had from the time I was born (1947) plus all the injuries. I think the tonsil was harboring bad stuff due to the chronic irritation from the Eagles. My left side had no problems.
I was born with numerous internal and external malformations, so everything was more complicated.
However, everything I ever brought up to my drs. has been proven to be real. Even tho for years I was typecast as a hypochondriac, I am now considered one tough person.
While living with all of this, I never was a sedentary person. I could not sit down for long, and always felt the need to be moving. Like my body was in a constant state of agitation, but it made me highly productive. It was only after I got older and my body was wearing down that the Eagles and SCDS began to really destroy me.
One of the things I really notice now is that I can actually relax physically. After the eagles surgery all I wanted to do was sleep and eat (no medication). Then as my I improved my strength improved leaps and bounds.
While I was getting worse, I felt like a fragile eggshell with nothing inside.