My back injury took months to recover from. In May I crashed to zero, but struggled on with the same training intention and intensity with which I had built myself. In June and July it hurt to sit or to move. In August, the pain followed me across the globe to Australia. I was still limited by sharp pains that attacked at random points throughout the day, pain that made my legs buckle.
It was in September that I gave up. I stopped exercising, I stopped moving. It was only at this point that I started to recover. If we fast-forward to March the next year, I was healed and better than before.
Lock me up and throw away the key!
Physician heal thyself.