I was making $50,000 a year when my spine tried to kill me and I ended up taking 10 vicodin a day just to survive. 2 to get out of bed, 2 when I got to work, 2 at lunch, 2 when I got home, and 2 to be able to sleep. I didn’t miss work. I made my rent payments.

I was miserable, but I figured it out.