The Ironic Surgeon

The Ironic Surgeon

      “You’re in good health,” his hand waved over files lying on the examination table, “For your age.”  He smiled.

          He picked up a Xeroxed page and frowned at it.  “And except for these discs, of course…”

          He went into a long lecture about spinal discs, tears, hernias and nerve roots.  When he finished he looked at me again.

          “Spinal fusions,” he said. 

          He showed me pictures of titanium screws, talked about bone grafts, car wrecks and four months in a brace.

          “Funny thing is, the rest of your spine looks great, like a 25 year old's.”

          “Yeah,” I thought, “Funny.”