It’s 939 am Oct. 3, Monday and I am waiting to go to meet a cardiologist at Hi Precision Sucat. This lady doctor will then prescribe lab tests that will help me get the one of two medical certificates that will allow me to finally get the microdiscectomy I need to finally get the pain out of my back. I had finally gotten the first one from my nephrologist a few days ago, and I’m glad to get that over and done with.
My pain level right now is very manageable, in fact it is the same pain I had been feeling before the surgery. Pain I had learnt to ‘deal with’ because all along it had been because of bad posture or whatever reason. It never occurred to me that I had a slipped disc. I knew there was something wrong because I had experienced the same traumatic event of the past week even further in the past, but it did not seem that serious.
This is primarily the reason I am very much looking forward to this surgery. The idea that I will finally be rid of this nagging pain that’s been a part of my life for so long makes me very excited. You see, I had never felt ‘old’ in the sense my body had always felt pretty good. I would sometimes watch guys play basketball and it never occurred to me that I couldn’t work out enough to get to play to their level again. Sure maybe not the same agility and speed as in the past, but even then I didn’t think some gym time can make me get to a level of competitiveness again. I know it sounds like I’m delirious but really I think I’m good to go.
Except for this fucking constant back ache, to which I’ve suffered so long I’ve actually learned to live with it. It’s one of those nagging, but not so serious, things I’ve learned to live with and make adjustments for that I’ve just pushed aside for so long, and so finally here’s my chance to get the fucking rid of it forever. The thought makes me giddy.
I’m not without some worry though. Googling around shows that microdiscectomy has its share of misses and hits, and a lot of it has to do with the surgeon. I trust my guy sure, but yeah it can go wrong. However, not doing it is out of the question. Not only am I so prone to having another similar situation as I had last week, the prospect of getting better far outweighs the risk. I so want this to happen now, not only because of the obvious prospect of losing the pain, but also there’s a project I’m itching to get started on as well. This has to get on now. I’ve got to get going.