When I lived in Colorado Springs, my house was on the very last foothill before the first mountain of the Rockies, and we'd get 60, 70 mph winds during the Spring and Summer. Used to take the exact same patch of shingles off of my roof every time.
Ooooo, I can talk about fish swimming for hours.
I was so bored today, I ate a few paint chips from the window sill, but they didn't taste very... leady, so I stopped.
I've come to realize that once you've gotten your back really jacked up, you can only mitigate the pain, but never eliminate the pain and misery entirely.