What I feared most happened: I fell the other night, just into the fifth month of recovery. Scary. I could get up, but didn't want to fall again, so I crawled back to my room and into bed.
The next morning I left a message at the surgeon's office. Later in the day, I e-mailed him, and he sent back that if it still hurt Monday, I should have an x-ray and send it to him. I felt good the first couple of days, Monday not so good: leg pain that I associate with my spine.
This morning, I'm waiting to hear from my local MD that the x-ray order from the surgeon is here.
Why is it more scary waiting for the x-ray than after the fall? Maybe I was relieved that I was so comfortable. Maybe I was hiding from the idea of danger then. I know I neglected this blog.
Why do I tend to expect the worst? I'm not a doctor. The x-ray may find me in pretty good shape. Maybe.
Later: my renewed resolutions for taking care of this spine.