My Mum has suffered with something similar (bulging discs that pinch the nerves) for years.
She found the injections to be fantastic! Like you, she was offered the operation to fuse the discs - but at the time (we're talking best part of 20 years ago) it was a very low success rate. These days she's on quite an impressive cocktail of painkillers and makes the condition live with her, as she puts it.
For some things, she has gotten creative in accomplishing day to day tasks - and managed to incorporate several of the physio exercises into her creative solutions lol
Hope you get better soon - or at the very least no worse!
Phil - just remind her that you are still interacting with real humans (albeit hidden behind a screen somewhere...well, I'm fairly sure most of you lot are real...except Lenny - pretty sure he's a ghost - Vicki must have murdered him looonnnngggg ago...)
...unlike Bubble gum popping sweetie farm drama or whatever it is
A Matelot (look it up ), dies and goes to heaven.
St Peter asks him what he'd like in his personal eternal environment so he can have a blissful afterlife.
The Matelot asks that he never has to share afterlife with any Royal Marines as he hated them in life and has no intention of suffering them in death.
St Peter creates the Matelot's personal heaven for him and tells him that when he awakes in the morning everything will be perfect.
The next morning he awakes to the sound of someone shouting 'LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT, ABOUT TURN, HALT, ATTENSHUN, FALL OUT THE OFFICERS!!'.
The matelot looks out of the window to see someone in a Royal Marines uniform marching up and down and gets suitably annoyed.
He storms off to find St Peter ang give him a piece of his mind.
He berates St Peter at great length and then allows him the chance to explain.
'That's not a Royal Marine' says St Peter ' that's God, he just thinks he's a Royal Marine'