Friday I thought I was going to puke, the pain was so bad. No, I don't see doctors. I don't have health care. No, I don't take anything for it. Prescriptions require health care. No, I don't talk about it - unless you try to touch me (people rarely do, I don't leave my house much). It causes problems when: I try to open things with lids (water bottles, peanut butter, things like that), when people pretend they're going to hold open a door but they let go when you get close to it, when the weather is hot, when I'm driving. I always turn the vibrate off on my video game controllers, I always carry everything in my left hand or on my left arm, I can reach three keys farther with my left hand on the piano.
I rarely wear the brace (I'm supposed to always wear it), because I don't like to answer questions about it and most people blurt out things like "You look like you're going bowling!" instead of something like "Does that hurt?" or "Are you OK?" or "Hey, tell me about that." That belittles my injury and my pain. Then they might ask what happened - as if I want to talk about it then.
So. That's my chronic pain story.