For the longest time, I thought I was the strongest woman in the world. I was always the first to volunteer to move furniture or fixtures around the house or at work, carry (didn’t drag because I’m a little OCD about scuffed marks on my bags) 20+kg luggage down stairs, single-handedly cleared racks of stock during stock take while the other girls do the paper work. I was awesome. I was gilah. I was Wonder Woman! Sadly, my dreams of outdoing the guys at the warehouse were dashed as my back pains got worse. One time during work, while I was doing some paperwork at the office, a sudden excruciating…