You're going to have pain. You're also going to die some day, but let's stick with pain for now. I am enmeshed with pain --others' pain-- in my job . I'm a nurse practitioner; my job is ministering to chronic pain patients. I say ministering instead of treating because I've learned that there is not much I can do for my patients who want to live without pain, I have no magic wand, no silver bullet, no way to change the fact of chronic pain. So I listen. I acknowledge. I empathize. I absorb. I tell jokes. I prescribe narcotics (which is another whole discussion). And I make suggestions.
Such as in what to do during a pain flare. I'm having one right now. A flare is when your daily chronic issues recede into background and a deep intense crick or blast or fire or knife blade or other colorful description of an insistent pain makes itself known. There was no injury, maybe you slept wrong, or sat at the computer too long, maybe you chopped wood or vacuumed the living-room because it needed doing and there was no one else to do it. A flare is only an emergency if you make it so. It will resolve. The body is resilient and has marvelous power to heal. No, you don't need a doctor or a trip to the emergency room, or an MRI after 3 days of a "pinched nerve" in your neck or an intransigent backache.
Today it's my right shoulder. Even with an ice pack tucked into my bra strap, I really shouldn't be typing this.
So here is the game plan. Ice. Rest. Gentle stretching. Repeat. Take some ibuprofen. Rub in some arnica or icy-hot.
And know, it will get better. The body is both horrifying and wondrous . Not always in equal measure.