My noto chord...uh, spinal chord was down to the size of a garden pea on the MRI and I was losing my ability to walk a straight line as my little nerves were bunched up so close they weren't firing just right. 'Ritis run amok. Kinda like body hair when you get older, doesn't grow where you want it to, grows where you don't want it to. Vertebrae are eroding where you don't want, closing up around the spinal chord where they shouldn't grow.

Surgery cost me a summer in the de..uh, Recliner in recovery but in no time I was walking two miles a day right up until this damned asthma came on last fall. But I digress. I was living again for that time. I asked the doc would it make me 26 again, he said no but would take me back a couple years.

Now it's starting over again in a different location, doc appointment tomorrow at the med school clinic where I was treated before. Dammit but...grateful for the opportunity to get it repaired.

I always tell the anesthesiologist if anything goes wrong, turn up the gas and let me go. I've kinda gotten to the 'been there done that' part of my life as body parts fall off or work intermittently, prematurely in my humble opinion.