Back pain in ribs that wrap around to front

I (29F) get intense back pain when standing or walking for periods of time (anything above 2-3 hours it really flairs up). This has been happening for years, but recently has gotten much worse. For example, I went on a vacation end of last year. At the end of day 1 my back was hurting, and then everyday it got progressively worse where at day 3-4, I couldn't even stand for more than 5 minutes at a time without needing to sit. The pain was so bad, it would bring me to tears and I'd have to sit on the ground in any location I'm in. Recently went to a music festival and I couldn't make it through the night because of my back
I've been to multiple physiotherapists and chiro for months without relief. They each say something different. That my hamstrings/QL are tight, my core is weak, my butt is weak, my SI joint doesn't have a lot of mobility, etc., but none of the excersises have been helping. Posting here in hopes someone has an idea of what is actually going on.
Some notes:

• See attached photo, pain starts at number 1 (mainly along the bony part of lower back) to start, then travels up the back around the spine up to mid back. Both sides equally hurt
• The only stretch that gives me relief is bending forward and leaning the side (or if I grab onto a sofa and lean back into it on the side).. It causes intense pain to lean forward then gives relief for a few minutes afterwards. Specifically needs to be forward and to the side.
• Sitting gives me relief, lying down is the best relief. In the morning I will wake up feeling ok, then the flair up will happen as I start my day
• This only happens when standing and walking for periods of time (2 hour + typically). Surprisingly, I can go on hikes ok (maybe the walking on incline is fine)
• Wearing a back brace helps the pain (not entirely, but makes the pain manageable)
• My body is tight (but always has been). I cannot touch my toes, I go a bit past my knees when reaching forward. My flexibility has improved through physio, but the pain has not
• In terms of strength - I'm not strong but not that weak. I can hold 3x 30 second planks. Squat 3x reps of 10 on ~50 lbs of weight. RDL of 45 lbs, 3x 10 reps. I cannot do the back extension machine even unweighted for more than 10 reps (and causes me pain after).

Please if anyone can help with what may be going on and how I can improve.
TLDR: Back pain that happens when I stand/walk for long periods of time. Tried physio/chiro for no relief.
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During the extended period of détente between the Alturan Confederacy and the Syndicate of Ammunjakke, the great cruisers of the confederacy embarked upon a series of exploratory missions. Many systems were charted, pirates were defeated, and friendly relations were established with many interstellar polities. One of the strangest of these was the Tensic Empire, which would go on to have a great impact on further Alturan technology and development.
Tensic Empire \"Soldier\" Class Frigate
Tensic Empire \"Soldier Class Frigate (Aft)
Tensic Empire \"Soldier\" class Frigate (Fore)
While on patrol near (-235, -189), the cruiser CA302 Mjolnir and a squadron of four corvettes were conducting a search and rescue operation for the local interstellar power, the States of Eeh'ih. Long range sensors detected a large frigate or destroyer arriving via hyperspace, but the energy signature was no match to friendly systems. What rear Admiral Nighta found was a most peculiar ship, particularly given the relatively advanced technological level of the local powers, and even the pirates.
Detailed scans were taken of the ship, while attempts at diplomatic negotiation were underway. The ship represented a single-system polity in the border region of Eeh'ih control, known as the Tensic Empire. They claimed that they wished only peace, and the ship was enforcing their continued isolation via local space control, in much the same way the Alturan space navy operated in the very earliest days.
The scans revealed troubling truths about the ship. No hyperspace ring was in evidence, which is only to be expected with most galactic powers, or ships built by them. The puzzling thing was the lack of other, seemingly necessary technologies. The frigate lacked a clear hyperdrive structure, shield generators, or fusion ignition engines. Instead they seemed to operate a type of high-mass ion thruster, propelling heavy mass particles out of the ship without the impetus of fusion. The ship herself seemed entirely devoid of power levels above .7mu, (1.0 being the energy level needed to induce fusion through gravimetric shear).
The Primary power supply seemed to be the massive central structure at the back, which seemed to be an enormous, solid state fission generator. Massively inefficient and suicidal to work on, such a device would provide constant low level power with little to no risk of detonation. Of course, the hundreds of tons of fissionable materials that must go into such a device would render it impractical for mass production, but the technology was not without merit... unless you needed to go somewhere quickly that is.
The Tensic ship was armed with a variety of missiles, including two large launchers, what the Alturans referred to as "torpedoes", as well as six smaller guided missile launchers. While the performance of the smaller launchers was not determined by scan, it was detectible that they were both small and fast missiles, with generous magazines and definite target seeking capability. Four small mass driver guns completed the ship's apparent arsenal, clearly intended for rapid aiming and short range.
Other capabilities of the ship were difficult to determine upon first scan. Clearly some sort of antennas stuck out from the front face, but whether for navigation, target acquisition, or communication remains unknown. Several large optical scanners provided local intelligence, and the ship clearly depended entirely on reaction thrusters for maneuvering, of which it had several, largely located in the engine pods on either side of the primary hull.
Tensic Empire Shuttle
The docking bay in the forward hull had room for only a single, large craft, what seemed to be an unarmed shuttle, for cargo and personnel. This ship lacked any sort of generator at all, but rather drove its large ion engine pods from a capacitor bank alone: this charged by the large cradle taking up much of the docking bay. The shuttle lacked and obvious weaponry.
After subjecting the strange vessel to the most intrusive scans the latest Alturan systems were capable of, one final detail came forward, and that was the large areas of the ship rich in the rare metal "Naonite". While none was used in the ship's systems, the computer cores were absurdly rich in the material, providing doubtless higher systems capacity than initial scans would suggest.
Upon concluding the largely fruitless first contact conversation, the strange frigate revealed one final secret to the amazement, and partial horror of the engineers attempting to analyze her. Spines reminiscent of the maneuvering spines of some early Alturan small craft extended from the center of the frigate, and the tips began to glow white. As energy built in the tips of the spines, a faint, but glowing ring began to form in space around the ship. The ring glowed brighter and brighter, until the Mjolnir's automatic radiation shields kicked in and dimmed the sight to the eyes of the astonished crew. Finally, with the ring glowing so brightly as to blot out the ship entirely, the hyperspace charge began to generate. This ship was using an as yet undiscovered form of hyperspace travel!
Tensic \"soldier\" class frigate with hyperspace booms extended and ring formed
Later analysis revealed that the actual technology employed was not too different from early Alturan designs, the only difference being the complete lack of physical containment for the accelerated plasma. The tips of the booms held a Naonite device which, when guided by the attention of some truly massive computer, was able to steer the plasma flow in real time. Of course, this was very hard on anyone who happened to be nearby at the time of engagement, but they would have plenty of warning. From first deployment of the booms to dimensional boundary crossing took nearly an hour. Exciting possibilities certainly, but also in no way an upgrade.
[OOC Notes: This new faction is one I have been thinking about for awhile now. I have a few ideas for ships like these, using slightly different, and more stringent, rules for ship construction. No Tensic ship will carry shields, energy weapons, or ANY UPGRADE ABOVE GREEN LEVEL.]

As title says, This isnt a cautionary tale so much as a war story for the sake of it and to add to the wealth of knowledge on these bikes a story of… a curious thing that happened. XD That’s to say this isn’t a thing many will ever encounter, nor something one should ever worry about, but something that might make you say “hmm… neat” 😂
That being said this is a story of how I killed the unkillable, or I guess at least gave a KLR a heart transplant after complete cardiac arrest. The interesting journey of what happened, but I do not truly know how. So maybe some more seasoned KLR surgeons can offer additional insight into the how. I had considered breaking this up into the story and just the mechanical aspects for those not interested in the story, but the motivation here is the story and so that’s the read, enjoy 😀
About 8 months ago I bought a ‘09 KLR as my first bike. I’m an over the road truck driver and have always dreamed of putting a motorcycle on my rig, and decided at a fork in my life that it was time. It had 28k miles on it, amazing shape, very few mods, all ones that I considered valuable as I would have done them myself. Crash bars, metal skid plate, panniers with very nice Givi cases, Sargent seat, etc. The curious bit was a big bore up to 683. I did not ask what mileage it had been bored at or if it was done for maintenance reasons or just performance. In retrospect I would have asked these questions but that’s out of curiosity not because I believe to any degree the seller was misleading me. I do not believe they had any idea the events that followed would conspire and I accept them as just bad luck. What did follow is in the first 3 weeks I put nearly 900 miles on it and had only encountered a single issue which was the clutch slipping too easily under heavy acceleration. As one does with a KLR I had already ordered and done a slew of other personalization so I added new clutch plates and heavier springs to the list. Job went smoothly, the old clutch plates were worn but not to any degree that alone would warrant the slipping so the weak springs were the culprit as my research had strongly suggested. But new “performance” clutch plates sounded fun so I installed them as well 😀
This is where things get interesting. As some may know, on the right side of the engine there is an oil screen, a fine metal mesh that acts as a filter to catch larger particles. Definitely something to clean if you’re ever in there, as it’ll tend to have any gasket material and other manufacturing run off in it that over time could choke oil flow. In mine I found the expected gasket gunk, suggesting it had not been cleaned since birth but frighteningly I also found 2 mysterious metal pieces that appeared to be the greater part of a metal ring. Reference the 1st photo. They had been chewed up slightly suggesting they made their way through the engine less than smoothly but not catastrophically obviously as the motor ran fine with no signs of any problems. I spent the better part of the day digging through any and every resource I could find for an answer on what this ring could be and the further I dug the more and more confident I grew in my initial suspicions that it was a piston circlip… but this just didn’t make sense, how did it get there? How was it not more destroyed? How was the engine still running with zero indication of damage? The sun was setting and I had to be on the road in the morning so after weighing all the possibilities I decided to button it back up, hope for the best, and tell myself if it was fine before it’s fine now. As the alternative was tearing apart the engine which meant going back out on the road with no bike, and no idea where to even start weeks later when I returned. Of the many theories the one I convinced myself of was that this was indeed a piston circlip but not one from the current piston but from the original one. That the mechanic that had done the big bore had either snapped it when removing the original piston and it fell down in the engine to never be fished out, or maybe it had been the reason for the bore. 2 days later I get it out for the first time since the quick 5 mile test ride after putting it back together and my theory is proven wrong, violently. About 80 miles later I was enjoying the bite of the new clutch, accelerating hard through 50mph and bam instantly the rear wheel locks up. At this point I had just under 1000 miles under my belt on two wheels, no MSF completely self taught…. Holy shiet that was a bad thing nearly gone horrible. I don’t know how I had the muscle memory at that point to instinctively grab the clutch but I did fractions of a second before I went down, hard. As I coasted to a stop on what little shoulder there was my thoughts were “holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit….Ohhhhhhhhh it was a piston circlip” before I even stopped 😂😂😂 Sure enough I look back to a trail of oil behind me, dismount and out of the front of the block I see a very displeased connnecting rod peeking out. Well, there’s your problem. I took a gamble and initially I was feeling like I had lost, but after not getting taken out with the engine, I was pretty okay with the situation. I rolled the bike into a church parking lot a couple blocks down the road and helplessly called for ride after ride on Uber to no avail. I was states away from anyone I knew and too far from any civilization to find luck with any ride share or cab service. As it started to get dark the 6 mile hike back to my truck in Mx Boots was not a great outlook but I was out of options. Just as I had buttoned up what I could on the bike getting ready to start walking I noticed an older couple sit down on their porch enjoying what was, to anyone else, admittedly a very pleasant evening. I’m shy as hell and absolutely terrified of being imposing, especially when it’s a true need… but these boots were brand new, zero flex, damn near knee high… just from standing there I was on the fence of what would be worse, boots or socks. So I mustered up the will power to make my way to their front yard and explain that my motorcycle had broken down and that I had no way to get back to my truck to come back and get it, if they’d be willing to give me a ride I’d happily pay for the trouble. They happily obliged and were the nicest folks you could have met, asked me about my travels and wished me luck in getting it back together, wouldn’t even accept my money. They drop me off, I get my rig back over there and load up the bike. They waved me off from their porch and that was that. I know that bit doesn’t pertain to the mechanical endeavor but I wanted to share it as well as an appreciation of just how much generosity can change the outlook in things. I had bought this bike at a critical moment in my life, during a separation, unsure what direction I was going, and it by all means was my coping mechanism. Sitting there stranded, the adrenaline started to wear off and the dread and hopelessness started to develop… the 6 mile walk back, nothing by my thoughts torturing myself for the dumb decisions I made would have left me feeling defeated and lost. But instead I got to share a tiny bit of my story, that it was still chaos but I was… proud of myself for chasing after my dreams not letting it consume me. And it was because of that moment of pride that I had the fuel to tuck tail and accept my circumstance, that I had indeed known this was a possibility and that it was not the end of my journey, just a different path. I believe without that I would have easily accepted the loss and dropped the bike off at home to gather dust and that would have been the end of my motorcycling experience. But I was determined. So I spent every minute of free time I had researching what I needed to rebuild it, what it’d cost, how hard it’d be, and if it was even something I could do over the road. As I added things up it was indeed doable but it’d leave the bike out of commission at best for well over a month… and I had a fire under me to get back on it… so I started digging through marketplace, eBay, Craigslist, etc searching for doner bikes or full engines. Scrounging up every penny I had, I booked a load and made my way all the way to Kansas City where I had found a salvager with a 2009 with just 1300 miles on it that was willing to take $1300 for the whole engine if I’d help him pull it. My determination was unwavering. I showed up at his house as early as I could after my delivery, about noon. My semi truck left on the street where it clearly did not belong 😂 It was a two lane and the right lane was conveniently closed, so I moved some cones and it worked out perfectly but was still a funny sight. He gathered bikes from auctions and had them scattered around his yard, and so while he gathered some stuff he pointed me to two other KLRs to see if there was anything I wanted from them. Ended up pulling a full yoshimura exhaust from one that he tossed in for cheap. Before I had gotten there he had already stripped the most of the bike with the doner engine down so it took us a little under an hour to pull it. Yet another really positive experience that I’ll never forget, really nice older guy who genuinely enjoyed wrenching on the bike with me, not just trying to get it done and get paid. Offered me any small bits like the rubber tank picks that would easily get lost for no charge. And even gave me an old Milwaukee battery charger he had laying around as I had lost my charger at some point and my last battery died while we were working on it. We had it out by 2pm and I heaved the enormous hunk of steel into my chest high passenger floor board of my semi truck to be on my way. And by on my way I mean 7 miles away to a Walmart parking lot where I then unloaded my bike and started the transplant. I gathered my tools while waiting for a Milwaukee battery to charge, caught my breath, and started the operation around 3pm. I was definitely a bit of a spectacle. Not everyday you see someone doing an engine swap in a Walmart parking lot. The semi truck parked alongside definitely added a layer that invoked enough curiosity for people to inquire about what they were looking at as they passed by. I enjoyed the conversation and that sense of pride grew ever stronger as I worked through it. Early on in the process another rider had briefly stopped by and asked if I needed help, I declined understanding he was inquiring if it was an emergency not if I needed a wrenching buddy haha. Over the course of the next 4 hours he passed by another 2 times, giving a nod of approval at my progress. I was fired up. So excited to get it all done, feeling like I’d be too tired to do anything else but driven just to know it was ready to ride whenever I was. All and all it took about 5 hours to get done, a few stuck bolts there, a few how the hell does this come out there, and a good bit of how does one finagle this thing back in here by themselves(ps lay it on its side right side and just set the engine down into the frame, stand up and then align it) and it was done. I had done some mechanical work on cars and what not in the past but honestly changing the clutch on the previous motor was the most invasive thing I had done prior to this. But my confidence was in the clouds, and rightfully so, because while it took some convincing with the starter this stagnant motor awoke with not a cough or a sputter, but with an immediate healthy growl! My excitement was immeasurable and my little KLR, now much more aggressively singing through the Yoshimura exhaust, seemed just as excited as me. The sun had set, I was exhausted and against my recommendation they had already booked me a load picking up early the next morning. But I couldn’t not sing through the streets with joy, so a quick ride I told myself…. I was gone for hours, returning well past midnight. Ripping around Kansas City, sobbing with joy, with what felt like the loudest exhaust I’d ever heard 😂😂😂 A true menace, she was alive and god damnit I was too.
Exhaustion catching up with me I loaded my precious back on to the truck and realized I still had an entire engine to deal with. So I opened one of my side bins, at chest height just as the floor board was earlier in the day loading the new engine. If I didn’t look like a maniac riding around I certainly did trying to get that motor up and into the truck 😂 I was too happy to be upset or anything but it was just about all I could muster to get it up to that height after the day I had had. 2am and I’m screaming, crying, and laughing simultaneously as I blew out every single part of my body trying to get this absolute brick of an engine into the side bin. While I know at that point I was significantly more worn out I still find it very funny that my sheer will power made that new engine effortless to lift into the truck, but the old one was an inch shy of being impossible 😂 Over 7000 miles later and that new motor is still singing happily ❤️
So… the old motor… it rode around in my side bin for 7 months till last week I was at home and finally had the free time to unload it and crack it open. Motivated by the interest of pulling the new clutch plates and springs I had put in it that’d only have about 80 miles on them, and the curiosity of figuring out if the seemingly obvious cause for its demise was indeed due to the piston circlip… breaking? This is where any KLR surgeons may be able to chime in, if they made it this far xD Because I pulled the motor down to just about as many pieces as one could so I could take the bits that may be useful to have on the road with me and have the less likely to fail ones ready to go if I needed them at home, and all of the evidence seems to suggest that one of the circlips did indeed get ingested. The piston is definitely missing one of the circlips, and… the entire part that would house it lol. The broken pieces found in the oil screen visually match the remaining circlip, and I never found any parts of the circlip if those pieces in the oil screen were not it. So… I have full confidence the circlip did indeed end up in the oil screen. The fact that I found it was complete coincidence and had I not changed the clutch out it likely would have failed just as it did, meaning that circlip could have been there for… lord knows how long… which raises the questions, how did that happen? How long could it have feasibly been there? And was this just a ticking time bomb bound to happen without warning at any time or did maybe the stress of a more aggressive clutch bite upset it? And also just… how does this happen in the first place? Improper install or weak components? I know the kit they used is from Schnitz Racing and I was told 683 but I’ve never seen a 683 kit, only 685 so I would assume maybe that, regardless not cheap parts so, just a curiosity.
Final notes, the new engine with 27k less miles absolutely feels more powerful than the bored out one did, that’s seat of the pants and inexperienced rider mixed with intense emotions but I still to this day think it’s more peppy. Have not installed the new clutch on the new motor yet but I’m curious as hell as I don’t think I had enough experience to really appreciate the difference for the 80 miles I got to use it lol.
Oh and as a trinket to remember this entire experience and to show my KLR is on its second heart I polished up the blown piston and hung it on the tail ❤️
Thank you for coming to my TED talk, stay safe out there!

The heaven and hell seen after death is the last active head after death. Because every faith sees different heaven and hell. From then on, it is inferred that it involves the collective subconscious of our race. And people who experience hell are like sending a long time, from observing the time we feel when we dream. As long as you don't be persistent, because persistence is hell. As long as you forgive others and yourself for everything. Because such behavior will not be too persistent. We human beings just like to recognize what we don't know. But we all know that human life will end. Because if people really don't persist or take the initiative to forgive others before they die. Then there will be no mental pain in his life like this. All I know is that most people with frequent death experience will feel a force, the light full of love. Because it is light from the source of the universe. There is another thing worth discussing, as long as you have experienced the near-death experience. Their lives must change when they don't have a near-death experience, because what they see in the near-death experience is a review of their own fragments of love and hate. And some clips will make them see their loved ones who have left the world, but these people who frequently die when they are alive will regret it again if they replay the clip, and when they come back from the death experience. Their thoughts towards their loved ones will change, and they will also remind people around them to cherish others. This is also specially arranged by the universe to let them feel the great energy of the universe, and bravely tell others that they will feel the good of light and love, because God once said it. God is love.

Preface: I am NOT looking for medical advice, just simply curious if anyone with a meniscus injury has similar symptoms to what I have experienced. MRI/Xray is TBD but my DR suspect’s meniscus is to blame. So I’m actively under a DRs care for this. I slightly twisted my knee back in November 2023, woke up the next day with a very stiff knee, hardly able to bend without terrible pain. It woke me up in the middle of the night, and was swollen ABOVE my kneecap. But my pain felt more on the outer edge of my knee/behind my knee cap- not where the swelling was. I couldn’t stand with my leg straight. Couldn’t squat down. Had to hobble with my knee slightly bent, only stepping with my tippy toes. I didn’t go to the DR because my friends said just ice and rest. Well, fast forward to now- anytime I’m active for more than 20 mins- I can very easily cause the swelling and pain to come back. Albeit not nearly as bad as the initial time but making it hard to walk without pain, not weight bearing etc. I was walking down an incline and my knee just basically said “Nope” and I fell on my butt. The flare ups have happened at least 6 times since the initial injury. I have to baby it for 4 days after before it calms back down. I’m a pretty active person normally. Under 35 years old. Never injured the knee before.
So I wouldn’t say the pain is 24/7 it’s more of a pop up when active type of thing and stick around for 4-5 days. Does that sound familiar? Photo is 3 days after initial injury, straightened my knee for the photo to compare to my other one.

My main concern is staining which is unavoidable but the pictures I’ve seen online have seemed pretty minimal with SDF on front teeth. My child’s cavities look to be only in the middle of his teeth and wrapped around the back. The side by side is a 4 month change with only fluoride treatments. Im scared it may cover both teeth entirely but I know it’s still probably best.

After defeating the BoS at helios, they scrap the damaged power armor from the dead knights and repurpose it into a group of soldiers who are now named the "Assault Armor Devision". Each suit of power armor can make five units of armor. They run in first to provide mobile cover for the regular infantry units behind them when charging into no man's land. They not only provide a huge morale boost for soldiers charging, but they provide a 50% decrease in mortality rates during open field battles. The MKI is a good all around unit, the issue is mobility, they don't run fast at all, but they have good all around protection, it's great for urban fighting. The MKII has great front protection and is more lightweight, the issue is that the back is completely unprotected, it's great for open field battles. (Made for my fallout lonestar campaign, which still hasnt started, but if u wanna join, then dm me there's still a ways to go but i should have it ready by the end of the end of the month)