Hopefully this will be my last messed-up-back post. Ever. With all the personality of a jaded cadaver, the neurosurgeon told me that i should consider surgery, but that I should try some anti-inflammation meds for a few weeks to see if they can reduce the swelling enough to relieve pressure on the nerve endings. Apparently if I mess up my back in the next few weeks, surgery will be my only option. But let’s not go there.
So the picture on the right is my spine. Oh, how much it’s grown since I saw it last! The white areas between the vertebrae are my discs. See the disc that’s not white? That’s the problematic bastard. Always problems with the non-whites, I tell ya. It’s all about cutting the black guy out. Conspiracies abound.
I’m told the problematic disc isn’t white because there’s no more fluid left in it (or something like that). I say give me a drill and a turkey baster and I can fix it myself in the comfort of my own home.
Anyway, it’s kind of neat seeing my insides. Even better that they don’t have to take them out in order to photograph them. I can’t find my lightbox for some reason, so to photograph these I had to tape them on my window. I’ve left some of the films up so they can cast a cheery glow on my work environment. It’s all I can do to protest the fact that there aren’t any spines in the usual sun-catcher catalog.
Two other pics in the extended entry.