I still go out. Walks and cigarettes and really whatever I feel like, or more accurately need to. I'm one of five cases out of a hundred at least that is considered so extreme that the chiropractor opens his office just for me and loses money to treat me, but if he doesn't G-d forbid I'll be a cripple and the worlds of pain I experience will grow. Slightly less boring than the last eight months of lying down and crawling to the bathroom because I can walk again.
One thing going over and over in my head is this: Last yeshiva, had bed bugs there in Jerusalem, cost me thousands of dollars and left me permanently traumatized and with a billion little bite scars from them. This one, back is 97% deteriorated, and have to spend thousands of dollars, or just do what the retard medical doctors say and take pain drug injections the rest of my life and never walk again. What's Hashem trying to tell me? He doesn't want me learning?