Here we go again. Looks like I will be ringing in the new year with my third operation in eight months scheduled. That's just crazy. I met with my surgeon today who went over the MRI with me. It's bad. Even worse than last time he said. The same disc has re-ruptured and is bulging even more than it did before the first surgery. He said I'm one of the unlucky 7% that it happens to. I always was an overachiever.
At first he mentioned physical therapy with spinal traction, but didn't think it would be effective based on the size of the bulge. Surgically, he said I had two options. One is to do the same procedure as last time... clean everything out and let it heal. The second is to fuse the two vertebrae together so the disc wouldn't be an issue again. The first would leave me with an increased risk of re-rupturing it once again, but it could also be just fine. The other would cause more problems in the future like more back pain and the possibility of faster degeneration of the next disc up. At my age, he recommended doing the first. I agreed.
This just fucking sucks. More work will be missed. More money will be lost. And I was really hoping that we'd get to start trying to conceive in the next couple of months. So much for that.
I'm so frustrated right now.
singing of beautiful and impossible things,
of things that are lovely and that never happen,
of things that are not and that should be." -Oscar Wilde
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