Well, I have a diagnosis. And it’s probably a very good thing I’m not at this moment standing in some dusty Indian village holding my luggage. The MRI reveals a multitude of sins, featuring a bilateral disc herniation, another herniation and as my doc so delicately puts it “multiple levels of disc wear and tear.” Turns out the Buddha was right once again, everything composed of parts does indeed come apart. I don’t yet know what my treatment plan is going to be, but I’m already set up for some consultations when we get back from Los Angeles. While not the happiest of things, I find it vastly better to know what it is I’m dealing with than just debilitating pain following it’s own mysterious arc.
More anon…
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