I am Wimp: Hear Me Whinge!

Forgive me for, or rejoice in, the uncharacteristic brevity, but I'm full of dope (Ultram ER) and, by the time you read this, on the way to surgery. Today an eminent orthopedic surgeon (a friend of mine refers to him dismissively as a "mechanic") will perform kyphoplastic magic on the compression fracture of my second lumbar vertebra.

How Kyphoplasty is Done

I haven't been able to do much of anything for the last month because of the pain, so I am delighted to be a "good candidate" for the procedure. The surgery itself will take only an hour, but I'll be trapped in hospital for about five hours. With any luck, by the weekend I won't need pain meds and will be able to sit in chairs again. Chairs are especially important to me in that if I can't sit, I can't play piano, AND THAT DRIVES ME CRAZY! Music is my safety valve, or has been, until recently.

Wish me luck.