As for HurtyTwo, he's in even worse shape. The pain is, at this point, as bad as it was when I started this whole damn process. Which means my first few steps whenever I've been sitting, or get out of bed in the morning, have a stabbing, searing agony which is perhaps similar to stepping on a bullet-ant with a rusty switch-blade. Ultra-sound confirmd -
Ominously, the doctor recommends a treatment called "Extra-Corporeal Elecro-magnetic Shockwave Therapy". I'm almost certain it was invented by Victor Von Doom. Basically it's non-invasive, but only has about a 50% chance of working, is experimental (adding to the Doom factor) and probably not covered by my insurance. Because my insurance was designed by robots that hate humans and love money. It also has a month of down-time afterwards, though I'll still be able to walk, just ...nothing else. I'm not sure, in short, that it's worth the added expense for something that might not work. I go back in a week to re-examine the situation.
I can't tell you how it saps one's energy to have to endure blazing torture every time you get up and walk somewhere, anywhere. I know it could be a zillion times worse, and there are plenty of people out there dealing with worse and with fewer resources - but it's leaving me feeling more than a little deflated, even so. I am THIS close to inventing an invincible robot-chassis with which to