For anyone who cares, I’ve got a nasty case of dermatofibros (scaring of the neural sheath where the nerve projects from the spinal cord). When combined with my 3 herniated discs, it makes life kinda nasty.

Unfortunately, the treatment I need is currently in medical trials and won’t be available until next year. I could get into the trial, but I would only have a 1 in 3 chance of getting the procedure if I did, so it’s best to wait.

They will attempt something that will make things a little better, injecting cortisone directly into my spinal cord (which requires I be sedated because A) It hurts like a mother fucker and B) If I move during the procedure, walking again will not be an option).

So… the current plan is: take painkillers until I end up like Rush Limbaugh. The unfortunate side effect to this plan is my lack of productivity at work. I’m not sure how long my boss will put up with me drooling all over myself in my cube in between bouts of self pity and despair.

Other than that… life is good.