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My Spine’s Story

My Spine’s Story

Hey, this is me talking to you. I am important:

I hold your head and protect your spinal cord. 

How did you end up this way?

Started when you were young, I was an inkling

of what I was to become. At 19, one of those cushions

between vertebrae ruptured.  L 4-5 I think. 

Back then, you stayed in bed for 2 weeks.

Now I hear they get you up right away.

What could you do after surgery?

By summer’s end, I had healed enough so you could hit

tennis balls with your friend. You weren’t ready for horseback

riding for 6 months. On your first ride, I got jerked

up a small slope, thought everything had torn loose.

Growing older, I have become more of an “S”;

become a living devil, Pain. Now, at 71, my curve is 70 degrees,

some of my vertebrae are fused; my bones soft.

 What about surgery to straighten you?

That is out of the question, surgery would be long, bones not solid

enough to hold the pins, recovery a year or more.

Might end up worse.  The doctor agreed.

So today, I am bent like a snake, have shrunk 4 inches,

thrown my center of balance way far forward. 

Can’t reach up high anymore; have to use a stool.

From my chair, I count wrens, chickadees for Feeder Count.

Do what I can in the yard and lumber along.

                                                                        Knee Brace Press

                                                                        2024