One More Time My spine surgeon is intent on taking the metal out of my spine in about nine months. I'm certainly not going to fight him on that one. I was glad to hear him speak so casually about it. It seems it will be a fairly simple procedure and I should be checking out of the hospital the next day. He said that I should be able to return to work a week or so after the operation.
That seems awfully optimistic to me but I will bow to his authority on this sort of thing.
For the first time I saw the x-ray of my spine and it would be quite beautiful if it were someone else's. But when I'm looking at my spine with two titanium rods and eight screws holding them in place I have difficulty appreciating the artistry of the work.
Man, it will be a load off my mind to get that crap out of there. I never could make peace with that many pieces of metal in such a vulnerable place. I have been afraid of taking any impact there. Paralysis being my number two greatest fear. It of course takes second place to amputation.
I just want to finish my life with the same parts I started with, hopefully still functioning as they were designed to.
Simple goal for a simple man.  ¶ 11:31 a.m.