Next time I start whining about my failure to feel like I’m twenty-two and indestructible, I’ll need to read this again:
The problem with my back is that I have two degenerated disks, bone spurs, and my spine has actually slipped apart into two sections, one section is jutting in on my spinal cord while the bone spurs are digging into the bundle of nerves that run up the spine. It’s called spondylolisthesis, it’s congenital, and this is what it looks like. The good news is that surgery will take care of these things. She said that I’m the perfect candidate for it. The truth of the matter is, if I don’t get it, I could be paralyzed, and that just isn’t who I am. No, sir.
How bad is it? One specific variant is called, for apparently good reason, the hangman’s fracture.
The word “spondylolisthesis” sounds like it was made up last year out of various Internet memes, but in fact it dates back to 1854; it’s a combination of the Greek words for “vertebra” and “slip.”
Here’s hoping that everything falls into place, so to speak, in the operating room.