Baby Got Back

Hi everyone!

Been a few weeks since I last posted. My apologies to you and my fellow bloggers. I feel like a slacker, but it has been extremely difficult to form my thoughts into something I feel comfortable sharing. It has been frustrating for me, to say the least.

I know some of my fellow Wizbang writers have much more serious medical issues than me, and I envy them for fighting their battles, and at the same time, still being able to produce quality contributions on a regular basis.

In previous posts through the past few months, I’ve explained that I have a pretty severe back injury. It only involves one blown-out disc that pretty much exploded while at work, but it has been a particularly nasty herniation, resulting in two laminectomies and two discectomies. My last MRI revealed that the disc is now basically non-existent, so my vertebrae are clamping down on my sciatic nerve, and, well, it sucks, all day, all the time.

The next step is a lumbar fusion. The surgeon will go in, clean out any disc remnants, re-align my vertebrae, and secure them with titanium rods and screws. Bone grafts will be inserted, which will eventually fuse the two vertebrae into one entity.

It’s pretty much a trade off: The fusion will (hopefully) eliminate the excruciating radiating pain I have down my left leg, but I’ll most likely still have some sort of back pain for the rest of my life.

As I have had this problem since May 1, 2009, I am pretty much worn out with the constant sciatica, and would probably do better with an achy back then a searing bum leg.

I have researched this procedure on the internet to the point of mental exhaustion, and it’s funny how the information is presented.

Most of the people who post about having a fusion condemn it. They paint semi-horror stories about what happened, how much worse they feel, how it has ruined their lives.

It can make you pretty scared.

But, at some point, I realized, that is the nature of this medium.

People who have had successful procedures, whose lives have been changed for the better, and who have gotten profound relief from this, really have no reason to get on the internet and proclaim how wonderful things have turned out.

They are happy, or at least satisfied with the outcome and how they feel, and go on to resume their lives, feeling no need to share their thoughts on something which is now a non-issue.

This seems to be the case with most medical situations.

There is so much information on the web. Some good, some bad. Intentions are mostly noble, but, sometimes, things which can scare the bejesus out of you can do more harm than good.

I just want some sort of closure to this whole episode. The mental toll it has taken on me, and the physical distress of not not being able to do, well, physical things, is extremely depressing.

I hope I snap out of my funk soon. I think about and miss blogging every day. There are many things I am not able to do, and, sometimes, this has been one of them.

Anyway, I just wanted to check in and say hello. I’m confident that I’ll be back to blogging on a regular basis sooner than later, and I am very much looking forward to getting back the writing spark.

If you have ever had a fusion before, please post about your experience. It would be a big help to a surgical wuss like me.

Happy New Year!


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