I Got Stabbed In The Back Yesterday, And Intubated; And I Liked It

The very long story is that back in 2011, I ended up with a cervical disk herniation that caused excruciating chronic pain in my right shoulder and arm for three solid months. I was eventually steered toward Healing Back Pain: The Mind-Body Connection, by John E. Sarno, and it worked.

Move forward to February, 2014, 15 months ago, and I developed lower back pain. Had back pain before, always went away. This time, it didn’t—at least until it took permanent residence in my left butt, hip, hamstring, calf, ankle and big toe without much back pain. This time, Sarno was only effective insofar as getting rid of the constant chronic aspect, and intensity, making it somewhat manageable—with good days, bad days, and the awful dreary days.

In short, while I could function, I was pretty much in pain most of the time. Sitting was the worst, driving was excruciatingly painful most of the time and after a long drive the intensity could last for 2 days afterward.

I don’t do pain pills much, very rarely. A couple Advil is about it for me. Alcohol is my pharmaceutical of choice.

In retrospect, today, the biggest toll on me I’d not taken account of is a general lack of interest in just about everything. I suppose that’s a reasonable description of depression setting in. It’s probably why I went so gung-ho on the move to Mexico. Only thing I could find that gave me a semblance of a sense of life.

The reason for the retrospective? Because since 2 p.m. yesterday I’ve been pain free for the first time in 15 months. I opted for the discectomy surgery and it appears to have been a 100% success. For the reasons why I made this choice and how it went down, read on. I really enjoyed doing this write up, the first I recall truly delighted in writing in a long time. Hope that comes through.

The decision process.

  1. As I said before, when I thought I was on track to permanent relief, everything works. And that’s the problem. Just like pain pills, it all works. And works and works and it has to keep working and you have to keep doing it to mitigate symptoms.
  2. But the root of the problem is a disc (L4-5 in my case) protruding out, pressing the nerve root against spine bone, causing the various pains in one side or the other. So the root solution is to create room. They do this by cutting away a channel in the bone, to make room.
  3. I’d been at this 15 months. I think that’s plenty long to try a lot of stuff and not rush to surgery. Surgeon told me that when it goes away on its own, it’s usually within about 3 months.
  4. My dad and two younger brothers had the exact same herniation, same symptoms, all got surgery within months of each other 5 years ago. All had 100% recoveries which have persisted to this day. Dr. William Sheridan, chief of neurosurgery at Kaiser, Redwood City, did the procedure on my dad and one of my brothers, and is who did mine yesterday.
  5. The decision to move 1,000 miles down the Baja peninsula kinda put me in decision-time mode. I figured that if I didn’t get it done now, then opting for it later would require either a significant stay in the States, or a number of trips. Plus, I want to be very active down there and about the only activities I can do is walking, light weight lifting, and gentle swimming.

There was one other part of the decision process, and that was an in-person consult with Drs. Mike and Mary Dan Eades. How it came to pass is unimportant, but what happened is that about a month ago, Mike and I found ourselves in an email exchange and it was discovered that we’d be in the same neck of the woods at the same time, so agreed to meet for lunch to chat about various common interests we share that don’t involve how many Inuit can dance on the head of a pin. And those common interests and commonalities are significant, ranging from business to political views, to travel and vacation homes in the Sierras.

So going forward, the dispute over Inuit and ketosis may continue, we may lose interest, but the snark aspect is definitely unnecessary in any case. Serendipitously, it was only a few days prior to this taking place that someone remarked in a comment that they cynically almost believed this whole thing was a set-up, to be followed by a big public makeup. I replied that I wished that were true, since all of our in-person engagements had always been terrific. But alas, no, it was not that. Still, we made no big public deal about setting it aside. I told only a handful of close confidants and Who’s Who, and the news was uniformly well received. You know, with views and ideas as radical and eclectic as I hold, it’s probably not a good idea to go about trashing those few friendships I manage to cultivate. They’re rare, and Mike sure contributed to showing me how valuable they can be. Treat them with care.

So now you’re wondering, what did Mike and Mary Dan advise concerning the possibility of surgery? Both were initially skeptical, knowing full well of the failure rates and in some cases, exacerbation of the condition. But then they bantered back & forth with each other, which was cool—with Mary Dan raising the possibility of Prolotherapy and Mike, a therapy that involved subcutaneous injections of anesthesia near the point of pain. The term for it escapes me just now. But then, MD also did point out that given the family history and 100% success, it just may be the way to go.

…So I went in for the consult with Sheridan and given my near-term move, he was able to get me on the schedule only 2 weeks out, with pre-op workups about 6 days prior. Everything for the pre-op stuff was perfectly fine, with one exception: sky-high blood pressure. We’re talking 170s / 110s sky high. Wow! And just three months prior, when I went in for the thyroid testing, I was 130s / 80-90s. That level would kick me out of performing the surgery. I had to go to work.

  1. Went and got a new top-of-line monitor, an Omron 10 Series Wireless with Bluetooth linkup to an iPhone app and an online data cruncher for nice graphs.
  2. Doc prescribed 25mg daily of Hydrochlorothiazide, a diuretic. Said call in a day or so if it didn’t do much, and it didn’t. So, they aded 5mg Amlodipene, a calcium channel blocker.
  3. After a couple of days, small improvement but not enough, so I reached out to Doc Eades. Essentially, short of doing an Mg IV drip on myself, pound chelated magnesium, making sure to get one that lists the actual Mg. You know you have enough when you get the shits, then back off. Also agreed that epsom salt baths might be helpful.
  4. So, I did it all, and doubled down on the meds, taking the dose morning and evening. Handled 800 mg of Mg with no probs: 4 tabs of Doctor’s Best High Absorption Magnesium (200 Mg Elemental).


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So, I got the job done. Where I go from here, not sure. Hard to know how related it was to the chronic pain, combined with the trepidation of spinal surgery. Now that both are behind me and I’m moving to a less-stress environment, I guess I’ll wean off the meds, keep up the Mg, and keep monitoring to see how it goes. And who knows, my two daily ocean swims and lots of sun exposure might help too.

So, day of surgery, I kept reminding myself that while the team doing it “works for me,” I’m putting my life and well being in their hands. So, don’t be one of those pissy, demanding patients. You know what I mean. And I also thought the best way to distinguish myself would be banter, get everyone lafing. So, for instance:

  • Religious preference or tradition? “Human Sacrifice.”
  • What’s your name? “It’s Usually Suspected to be Keyser Söze.”
  • What procedure are you here for? “Breast enlargement.”
  • Wife’s phone number? “408-666-xxxx. She’s a real devil, and if we ever get a divorce, I’m asking for her number in the settlement” (as I show her my cartoonish devil tat on my shoulder). That one really got the head nurse chuckling. She kept repeating it, chuckling.
  • When they strap the identity band around my wrist: “Now if things go south,” I ask, “do you just cut it off and tape it to my big toe?” ”No, there’s a separate toe tag for that,” she replies, smiling.
  • Then she explains the color code to Beatrice for the status monitor out in the waiting room…pre-op, operating room, recovery, etc. “What’s the color for the morgue?” I ask.
  • “Do you know I came out as a heterosexual when I was 7 years old?” Girls had cooties up until then.”
  • And so on, polishing off with self deprecation. “You know what’s the funniest thing about me? That I think I’m funny.”

Anyway, it wasn’t without a complete absence of altercation, once I discovered that one of the IV bags was a wide-spectrum antibiotic, specifically touted as prophylactic. I tried to decline it and initially the nurses suggested I could do that. Just then, Dr. Sheridan stopped in to mark the spot, and I asked him. “You can decline it, but I won’t operate on you. It cuts the post-op infection rate by 50%,” he adds, which at first glance sounds reasonable. To his credit, he gave me the rest of the context. “With it, infection is 1%. Without, 2-3%.” So, to me, a 50% distinction without much of a difference. Beatrice added that I was worried it would trash my gut. “It might,” he said, “but you do not want to get an infection.” I wish I’d have added that I’d gone to great lengths to get it into shape and had reduced various auto-immune conditions such as sinus allergies and Hashimoto’s, and that a 3% risk would be acceptable to me in that context. OTOH, my bro got a blood clot in his leg following the surgery, the coumadin prescribed opened his incision, it got infected, and earned him a 10-day stay in the hospital—with lots more and stronger antibiotics. Not fun. Of course, I’m doubling down on the probiotics and prebiotics, now.

Next was a visit by the anesthesiologist and after the obligatory passing gas joke, he noted the Fitbit Charge HR on Bea’s wrist. “Does that one measure heart rate?” he asked. “Yep,” I replied. “And, I just got it last Saturday, loved it so much I ordered up the Fitbit Surge Fitness Superwatch and gave this one to her.” “It’s a hand-me-down,” Bea says. Anyway, he explained that a few days earlier, he had a chance to compare their own finger-clamp monitoring to the Apple watch, and it was within 2-3 bpm accurate. He was interested in checking this, so he hooked me back up to the monitor, I strapped on the Fitbit, and 86 to 86. Dead on. BTW, Bea’s heart rate averages 65 bpm and her blood pressure, 110 / 70.

Then Stephan from Uzbekistan wheels me to the OR and introduces me to the team. This is a brand new hospital and the room is tiled with huge flat-screen monitors, with even more suspended from the ceiling. My various MRI imaging is displaying all over the place. These folks are pure pro. I was so dammed impressed by every single one of them, especially given the hours, stresses, and disappointments that must come with the job. So friendly. I remarked: wow, wouldn’t it be nice to have Internet and one nurse, with a few clicks of the mouse, brings up YouTube, asks what I want. “Search for brain surgery vs. rocket science.”

So, I get a good laf out of the whole OR team. Perfect! Then, she asks what music I want to listen to as they make final preps. I say Rush, so she creates a Pandora station and we’re rocking to Spirit of Radio in the operating room, with her adding: “good choice!” How cool is that?

The anesthesiologist places an oxygen mask over my nose & mouth, I adjust it a bit. Then, a few minutes later, in his Asian accent says, “goodnight Richard,” as I feel a slight burning sensation at my IV point of entry. It was 12:20 pm, to the minute of scheduled time.

A couple of minutes later I let out some coughs. Seeing that I’m still on my back on the gurney, 30 degrees oblique to the operating table, I ask, “so when do we get started?” Everyone lafs. “We get that all the time! You’re done! I look up at the clock and it was 2 p.m. An hour and 40 minutes had passed, with the surgery itself lasting about an hour. Then I realize why the coughs. I have a sore throat from the intubation.

So, a bit groggy for another 30 minutes as they wheel me to the recovery room. I have to pee, which is a prerequisite to going home…that and walking. Nurse says she can bring a pan, and I can walk at 3, another 30 minutes or so. I decide to hold the pee and kill 2 birds. Then Beatrice and mom are led in, and I begin to realize I have no pain anywhere. Of course, I’m still doped, so we’ll see. Walk and pee goes off fine, Doc says that provided everything keeps going as planned, I can leave at 4:15. And that’s what happens, home by about 5.

I’d not ate or drank anything since about 10 p.m. the night before, save for a few oz of water to down the BP meds and Mg in the morning. On the drive back I begin to feel hungry, so ask mom if she could whip up some kid comfort food: Kraft Mac & Cheese (with butter and whole milk, of course), and her tuna salad (she uses sweet pickle relish in it) on white toast. I’d have had a glass of milk with it, but it would have clashed badly with my Seagram’s 7 & water. 🙂

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Tonight is healthy fare: mom’s famous cabbage rolls, along with her mushroom rice. And tomorrow, it’s going to be stuffed bell peppers with mashed potatoes and caesar salad. I’ll picture those on the blog over the weekend.

Yes, I’m milking it for all it’s worth. And dad is here too, lending a hand. He did the shopping for that dinner while we were on the drive back.

So, zero pain, save for the incision and the throat, the latter now diminishing rapidly. I was so elated last night that I had to stay up until all vestiges of the drugs had worn off, just revel in having a new life. At 3:30 a.m., mom emerged from the guest room, scolded me, and so I finally went off to bed. I really had not taken account of how bad shit was and how I’d grown to just feel like I was used to it. Be careful what you allow yourself to accept like a pot of water coming up slowly to a boil.

Richard Nikoley

I'm Richard Nikoley. Free The Animal began in 2003 and as of 2021, contains 5,000 posts. I blog what I wish...from health, diet, and food to travel and lifestyle; to politics, social antagonism, expat-living location and time independent—while you sleep—income. I celebrate the audacity and hubris to live by your own exclusive authority and take your own chances. Read More


  1. sassysquatch on May 8, 2015 at 05:06

    Glad to hear you are rid of the pain. That had to be nasty.

    And glad to hear about Dr Mike.

    Life’s too short

  2. VW on May 8, 2015 at 05:53

    Best wishes, buddy. Onward and upward.

  3. Skyler Tanner on May 8, 2015 at 05:58

    I’m throwing my expectations on you/you don’t give a runny shit/blah blah blah, but I think I’m going to keep this gem in a save file somewhere for the next time you fly off half-cocked about something that is not exactly a huge deal from people you’ve seemingly enjoyed associating with in the past:

    “You know, with views and ideas as radical and eclectic as I hold, it’s probably not a good idea to go about trashing those few friendships I manage to cultivate. They’re rare, and Mike sure contributed to showing me how valuable they can be. Treat them with care.”

    All THAT said, glad you’re feeling better and am getting down on real comfort food from tu madre.

  4. Cathy on May 8, 2015 at 07:04

    Good story, Richard. I’m hoping it all goes well for you. I also like that you don’t allow how you feel about certain things affect your relationships with people, like the Drs. Eades. That is a mark of a well adjusted human and a mature one. If you could bottle that and sell it, you would make another million. Kudos for the comfort food as well. Looks delicious!

  5. Jackie D on May 8, 2015 at 08:03

    Really glad if this surgery provides lasting relief. I know many people who are plagued by chronic, severe pain and I really have no idea how they carry on living. (Many of them become drug addicts, which is really easy to understand.)

    And also glad that you and Mike patched things up. A friend recently said that he realized he was walking through life with this shit list in his head and it was actually subtracting from his ability to be relaxed and happy. So he decided to find something he liked about everyone, even the people he disliked the most. Once he did that, he said, he was able to have five minutes to shoot the breeze with anyone – even his former ‘enemies.’ Doesn’t sound like he regrets that a bit. I’m going to try it, too.

  6. david on May 8, 2015 at 08:05

    You’re a joke. You trash a man for years, call him a liar, etc., and now tell everyone it was all okay. God, anyone that listens to you is deranged. You’re what’s wrong with this community. Sickening.

    • Richard Nikoley on May 8, 2015 at 08:17

      Lie all you want, you pathetically ignorant fuck.

      The dispute itself is about a year old. It didn’t get heated, nor any name calling until the last few posts of the series. In fact, Mike and I still exchanged some emails and cordial comments in his own comments in the midst of it, until it got ugly.

      So, you’re wrong, and pathetic enough to expose it all goodie-two-shoes like, with hubris.

      Typical holier than thou fuck.

      Go fuck yourself, pussy boy.

    • Richard Nikoley on May 8, 2015 at 09:14

      …I should also point out, davie-boy, that you’re trashing Eades by implication, as though he himself lacks the discernment to keep away from a joke like me—as well as keep his wife away, and not to mention what it says about her, joining in.

      See what a fucktard you are? All holier-than-thou types always are.

    • John on May 8, 2015 at 10:42

      My favorite experiences from childhood involve becoming friends with enemies. There is such a great feeling of not only eliminating a source of dislike or hatred, but exchanging it for a new friendship. I remember vividly when I was 8-12 having several friendships emerge from that sort of “why don’t we like each other. Well maybe you’re not so bad. Wow, looks like we are best friends!” Such a great feeling.

      George Lucas knew about the beauty of that sort of redemption when he was creating Star Wars – that scene where Luke and Vader are finally connected as father and son was very powerful. Also, he put a similar themes prominently in Willow, one of my favorite movies from childhood.

      I don’t understand why someone might think that moving past issues and redeeming a friendship, rather than holding on to the negativity, is “deranged” and “sickening.” I mean, the argument was over fucking dietary choices.

    • Richard Nikoley on May 8, 2015 at 11:00

      John, in the small bit Mike and I did talk directly about it towards the end of our lunch was that turns out neither of us are grudge holders.

      So, this is most likely projection on the part of davie-boy. He’s probably just too small of a boy to let go of resentments.

      …When I told Bea, “guess who’s getting together for lunch? Mike Eades and I.” She says, “of course, you’re guys.” Experience of a 5th and 6th grade elementary shool teacher talking there. When I related that bit to Mike, MD burst out laughing.

    • Richard Nikoley on May 8, 2015 at 15:00


      Davie seems to be under the misapprehension that he gets to have another word here, like I owe it to him or something.

      Typical holier-than-thou, entitlement mentality.

    • Steven on May 9, 2015 at 11:19

      Ahhh the good old days when people could disagree, argue, yell, banter, bicker and then go out to dinner with each other because in the end you are friends.

      I can not count the times I have been in pissing matches with people that are super close to me and oddly enough we are still close.

      Must be that silly thing called being an adult. We need more of that around these parts..

    • Richard Nikoley on May 9, 2015 at 11:41

      Right Steven, and this is what familial socialization is designed to convey to us.

    • Steven on May 9, 2015 at 11:47

      In a simpler way to put it, for the simple minded, who better to call you out than someone you trust.

  7. Natasha on May 8, 2015 at 08:05

    Well done Richard. I am so glad you got it down.

    Life saver. My husband was in horrible pain and couldn’t walk without being drugged out of his mind. He could walk, no problem, no pain, immediately after. Same surgery.

    Nice about Eades. N.

  8. John on May 8, 2015 at 08:27

    Glad to hear that you’re pain free. Here’s to a speedy recovery.

    I had two surgeries last year, somewhat semi-elective like yours, to remove ankle implants that were put in when I was 8 (and most likely should never have been put in). One surgery for each ankle. Couldn’t walk or shower for two weeks with each one, but sort of enjoyed both recoveries. Didn’t need many pain meds either, took 3 long acting oxy after the first surgery, then stopped, and didn’t take any the second time. Nice to take a forced break from all the things we think we must do. Also, got to watch all of Breaking Bad and Justified, and was quite enjoyed that. It’s about 6 months past the second one, and I notice a great calmness about the entire ordeal, even though it impacted my life in some capacity for 30 years. That chapter of my life is closed, and even though I think what was done to me a young age was very, very wrong, I know that I took control and corrected it the best that I possibly could. I hope that makes sense, and hope you get the same feeling when you look back a few months from now. Actually sounds like you might already have that feeling.

    When I recently donated blood, I had my lowest BP reading ever (115/75, previously hovered about 135-145/80-90). I had been supping mag the whole time, but I think it might have been due to upping my calcium intake (I was getting around 1600-2000mg of calcium from dairy and oyster shell), which can inhibit PTH. Higher dietary calcium and lower PTH might have been part of the reason you experienced calmness when you did the milk diet, you may want to look into that a bit.

    I know you are concerned with antibiotics, but there’s also a chance that the dose you got with surgery will help your microbiome. I have a friend who had to take antibiotics for a cat bite, and she mentioned that her skin is the clearest it’s ever been. All acne she had completely disappeared. And Ray Peat, who hates endotoxin, has used low dose antibiotics in the past.

    Personally, I’m experiemting with pre and probiotics again. Did the Elixa course, and noticed a slight improvement in digestion. Personally, was hoping for more, especially skin benefits, but was intrigued enough to press forward. Back to PS, and mixing in some inulin, pectin, and mung bean starch in the future. Trying Primal Flora now, with AOR and a standalone L plantarum in the near future. Prolly gonna use some activated charcoal every other week to help flush out endotoxin as well.

    Anyway, this comment has become long a bit rambling. Have a speedy recovery. I’m gonna spend some time this weekend really looking at what I’m putting up with, and what I’m gonna do about. I hope we end up meeting for a drink at Zac’s sometime this summer.

    • Richard Nikoley on May 8, 2015 at 08:52

      Hey John, thanks for the story and insights. Best wishes with all of that and yea, get asses out to Zac’s. With any luck, I’ll be heading down inside of three week’s time.

    • Richard Nikoley on May 8, 2015 at 09:23

      “I know you are concerned with antibiotics, but there’s also a chance that the dose you got with surgery will help your microbiome.”

      And yes, good point. I had considered that, in a two-steps forward, one step back kinda way, full steam ahead.

    • John on May 8, 2015 at 10:34

      I went to a dermatologist every few years for about 8 years due to what looked like a cross between acne and a rash on my forehead. I was prescribed various treatments including steroidal creams and they’d work, while taking them, and the issue would return in a week or 2 afterwards. Each time the diagnosis was different. “This is staph, this is rosacea, this is adult onset acne.”

      Finally in 2012 I was prescribed low dose antibiotics for a sustained, several month regimen. I think it was minocycline. The dose is known as subantimicrobial, and the desired effect is anti-inflammatory. Well 3 months later, when I finally stopped, the issue did not return. Several years later, my skin looks pretty much normal – maybe a little flare every now and then, but nothing like the sustained red spottiness I had before. Treatment was very cheap.

      I wonder if such anti-inflammatory effects are truly independent of a microbial change.

    • gabkad on May 8, 2015 at 14:49

      John, don’t ever wipe your sweaty forehead with your arm. If you get a sweaty forehead that is. It causes a nice mix of fungal and bacterial infection.

    • Richard Nikoley on May 8, 2015 at 14:56

      And don’t lather up and spread it all over yourself.

      Lessons learned young, from both crotch rot, and a similar pimply sweaty forehead deal.

  9. Dave McCracken on May 8, 2015 at 10:04

    Relief from pain is a wonderful thing. You sound euphoric.

    I was actually more intrigued by your comments on BP (we all read stuff through the lens of our own experience and interests). I’m quite fit, though I do spend more time in an office than is good for anyone. High blood pressure is sneaky. Mine ranges from 110/75 to 170/100. Being able to monitor it with a home cuff enables me to be aware when it is getting high and reminds me to relax more and evaluate my intake of the right kind of salts. I thought it interesting how you focused on magnesium, but did not mention potassium.

    Nice to see a bubbly post from you. It’s been a while!

  10. Resurgent on May 8, 2015 at 10:43

    Have a quick recovery, Richard.!

  11. AnarkhosRRJ on May 8, 2015 at 13:07

    Relief, be it physical or emotional is one of the greatest feelings in the world. Holds the top spot for me. Going through something really strenuous, a real hardship, and emerging out of it with some wear and tear, but OK – that’s the shit. Euphoric sense of state. Builds character and lends perspective to boot. Genuinely happy for you Richard.

  12. gabkad on May 8, 2015 at 15:00

    Hey man, yesterday I was at a lecture given by some dude from Lubbok, Texas. He’s a rehab specialist. Says that the sort of injury you got is 50% ‘genetic’…. when he said that I thought of you and your dad and brothers…. except, you know me, I wondered if the genetic part is doing crazy shit or just plain old genetic. 😉

    Glad you are feeling better. Makes me wonder if after 10 years of living in shit from my own injury, I should explore ‘stab in the back’ possibilities. I’m just scared of scalpels. Ha!

    This magnesium business is also fascinating. I have a patient who had cardiac arrhthymia (what a blasted word to spell!). The docs had him on a couple of meds that made him feel like dog poo and did nothing for the problem. They optioned him for a procedure he wasn’t too enthusiastic about. Cardioversion under general anaesthetic. Doesn’t have much appeal. 6 months ago I called him and told him to start taking magnesium glycinate. 3 months later at his check up, no arrhythmia. Change in meds….. 6 months later still good heart rhythm. Another change in meds….. He told his cardiologist that he’s taking magnesium. No response……………. like really? They don’t do serum magnesium on these patients. But I know his diet and I know he was deficient.

    So the suggestion for you to take magnesium is right on. Except the weird thing is you eat beans and they are a good source of magnesium. I wonder how bioavailable the magnesium in beans is. (terrible sentence structure but fuck it). Maybe using spinach in a smoothie would make magnesium from the chlorophyll more absorbable. I don’t rightly know and I don’t think anyone does.

    But cheers to you.

    • Richard Nikoley on May 8, 2015 at 16:54

      Thing is, I have been very lax in taking all supplements, Mg, D, K2, Z, Sel, etc. Also, while I do consume beans, it’s not nearly at staple level. Perhaps it should be.

      Thing is, it’s been so long of trying to give a fuck and wanting to just sleep instead, maybe I’ll be able to better get my head out of my backside, now.

    • gabkad on May 9, 2015 at 02:10

      It’s the truth: when we feel like shit we don’t give a shit anymore. Just getting some restorative sleep is all we yearn for. Seems too much to ask when there’s pain.

  13. Jed on May 8, 2015 at 20:10

    Is there anyone more prolific than you? I don’t think so. My days are always the same, non-eventful and boring. And each day your life takes a wildly different turn. It must be exhausting being you, or maybe it’s wildly entertaining, but you never seem to stand still. I envy that.

  14. Pauline on May 9, 2015 at 00:33

    I recently had to up my magnesium dosage because of some bruising after tripping while running up some stairs. I had been supplementing on and off but nothing like the daily dosage of magnesium chloride oil spray on skin I began doing. What a difference. I noticed more energy, more resilience, my seasonal allergies minimal (echinacea drops help this a lot too). I believe magnesium works by enhancing ATP, energy cycles, making energy more efficient. I have on and off tension back problems the magnesium on skin transforms that. Its a wonderful thing. We supplement with magnesium malate pills daily too. Magnesium, iodine drops taking twice weekly or more if sick, armour thyroid and echinacea drops have been very healing for us and I make sure we always have plenty supply. Great news Richard, may you continue to live out your dreams.

    • bioking on May 9, 2015 at 09:39

      And may many of those dreams be *wet ones!

  15. Gassman on May 9, 2015 at 10:13

    I’d be interested to know if you had a plan to rebuild or reinforce your micro-biome after the antibiotic. Maybe a round of Elixia or a mega dose of PD Ultra along with a step-up of prebiotics, or a dose or two of your fart powder? Or are you satisfied that the antibiotic dose was low and one time only? Maybe a wait and see approach?

    • Richard Nikoley on May 9, 2015 at 11:27

      Took Elixa and doubled up on everything else day one. Pretty much back to normal. I really don’t feel any difference. So, yea, one short term round like that may be no big, unlike some would assert that a single round of antibiotics fucks you for life.

    • John on May 9, 2015 at 14:13

      Also, the delivery method may make quite a difference. Oral antibiotics are certainly going to come in contact with the gut biome. But antibiotics delivered via IV might never come in contact with it.

  16. Richard Nikoley on May 9, 2015 at 14:33

    I remember the comment well, served as another positive data point, in addition to my dad and brothers telling me to just get the surgery.

    My principle activity will be ocean swimming, snorkeling, hopefully spear fishing, the temp being and excellent 75-80 most of the year, sometimes up to 85 in August and September down at the tip of Baja. I’ll have some kettlebells and a battle rope to futz around with. Should be plenty.

  17. Steve on May 10, 2015 at 08:34

    Wasn’t there a time when “back surgery rarely works” was a common mantra among chiros, PTs and orthopedists?

    Were they wrong or has the surgical technique come a long way in the last 10 years?

    In any case, this is great news. I thought most of us with pack pain just had to suck it up and endure.

    • Dr. Curmudgeon Gee on May 10, 2015 at 10:13

      maybe they’re talking about the fusion of vertebrae. (am not sure about its correct name). it seems just creates new weak points right about & below.

      (a friend of mine has had 3 back surgeries in the last 20 years. eventually he has like 3 vertebrae fused. & he is still in pain sometimes)

      surgery is always scary

      Chris Kresser has an article on what to do if one has to take antibiotics

  18. TJtheGrouch on May 10, 2015 at 13:54

    I am glad to finally came to your senses, I am thrilled that you are pain free. I know how it feels, been there and, incidentally, done that (professionally). Take it easy for a while and let things heal. I’ll keep fingers and toes crossed for you!

  19. Rob on May 15, 2015 at 19:10

    Mix the tuna and mac n’ cheese together.


    • Richard Nikoley on May 15, 2015 at 19:16

      Duh man. Tuna in Mac & cheese. Yea, had it many Times way back.

  20. John on May 19, 2015 at 10:31

    Those magnesium tabs are 100mg, serving size is 2.

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