Three months

 

Is enough.

 

It has been three months since the surgeon put that rack on my neck.  Today, a trip back to Corpus to see if we can get this neck helmet off.

 

A stop along the way at the Falfurrias Rest Stop.

 

Awesome morning light through the oaks.

 

Continuing to Corpus for a Whataburger lunch, a quick stop at Blucher Park for a hermit thrush, and a wait at the surgeon’s office.

 

Fresh x-rays.

 

 

Some people have junk in their trunk.  Mine’s all in my neck.

 

Dr. Indresano went over the x-rays with us.  He pointed out where the bone was healing in all three fusions.  The x-rays revealed that nothing has moved since he screwed it all into place in November!  He pronounced me totally healed.  (Once he figured out that we were just messing with him when he walked in the exam room and it was Judy sitting on the table with the neck brace on, while I was off to the side in the spectator’s chair.)

 

Totally healed.  No restrictions.  I had a list of activities for clearance:

 

Driving?                                                          Yes.

Walking for 5 or 10 miles?                            Yes.

Light jogging?                                                Yes.

Carry the groceries?                                     Yes.

Carry the heavy trash to the dumpster?     Yes.

Do pushups?                                                   Yes.

Get a neck massage?                                      Yes.

Go to the chiropractor?                                No.  Never.  J

 

I get to take the training wheels off and go back to my life!

 

We hopped in the car, drove over to the beach by the Bob Hall Pier and looked for the northern gannets that had been reported there by Jon this morning.  No luck.  Didn’t matter though.

 

I drove home!