Having duly learned the lessons of last time's MRI, I made sure I entered the very loud tube with my eyes completely shut. With Fitz and the Tantrums on Pandora, I only had to endure 8 songs before being set free. And it made me feel better to know Tim was in the waiting room too.
I haven't seen the Orthopedic Surgeon yet, but some informal analysis indicates that I might be getting some spinal fusion in the near future. Granted, this will have to be after our spring break trip to Costa Rica, but there tends to be a long waiting list for my doctor so it is unlikely they would get me in before anyway.
There is a long recovery and it ranks among the last things I want to do, but we are fast approaching the what do we have to lose phase. used to be there was hope for a return to tennis. These days, I just want to sneeze without wincing.
My appointment is in a month and I'll know more then. Keep your fingers crossed for me.