Slipping in 2017

I’ve been diagnosed with a herniated disc. There is only one competent seeming chiropractor I can find in the country, and he is in Tokyo.
Yesterday, he advised me that it wasn’t worth my time to fly out.
So, now I am confined to hobbling about on a cane, advised to sit constantly and to do as little as possible.
More than ever, I feel trapped.
I am also, while forbidden to move very much, supposed to lose weight, which I’ve been putting a lot of effort into.
I can’t exercise, I can’t eat, the pain medicines are ruining my stomach, the pain is weakening the effect of the sleep meds, and I live in a pigsty of a house that I can’t even manage to clean, no matter how much I desperately want to. Even the joy that comes from teaching is now gone, as I’m condemned to a chair while doing so.
There is a slight chance that a doctor in Sasebo may be able to help, but this is doubtful.
I am slipping. I’m sinking. I’m sinking into an oozing darkness that I feel drowning me.