L2 through S1.
"...severe stenosis of right lateral recess."
"How?" I frowned.
"Consistent with severe impact," the doctor replied. "Heavy lifting."
Of course, there's been no severe impact, and my heavy lifting tends to be emotional rather than physical. In me-speak, this is business as usual. This is living with a broken body.
(Don't feel sorry for me. I don't. This is living with a broken body. Living. You see what I do. I don't stop. Ever.)
"I'm so angry with your insurance company," she said. "I was sure that with such significant neural impact, you had a tumor."
"I was sure that with my family history, I had a tumor," I replied.
I don't have cancer. This is mechanical engineering. This is something I understand. Even if I don't want to, I can deal with this.
I've already been referred to a spinal surgeon. He is very conservative, I'm told. But a significant look passed between my GP and I.
"Yeah," she said.
"What I figured," I told her, shrugging.
And so, I'll go from there.
But come June, body cast, wheelchair, whatever...
Go listen to some good music: "Shellshock" from the album International - The Best of New Order by New Order. It's easier not to fight phantoms. Broken I can cope with. Not happy about it, but I can cope with it. I do not stop.