Burning Party? Not Quite, But Almost.

M & I spent the afternoon at The Spine Center; there is nothing quick and timely about these appointments. You are totally at the mercy of the receptionist, the waiting room, the x-ray lab, another waiting room, the holding cubicle (some call it the examination room), the fellow, the brace maker, and the spine doctor himself. Seeing Dr. Bridwell is like finally getting in to see the wizard.

Today, the wizard gave good news. In six days after M has weened herself from her back brace by wearing it six waking hours a day...hasta la vista baby. Well, at least for four months.

Since M is a smidgen from being fully grown (so shows her hand x-ray, which was an, ugh, second trip to the lab), that her "improved" curvatures has remained the same for the last 12 months; they are going to see if her spine stays stable at the 23*/18* curves. Crossing our fingers it does so the beastly brace stays hasta la vista.

In four months if all is good and the brace is to be no more for certain...burning party invites will be going out in the mail.

If that wasn't good luck enough M found $5 in the hall on the ground as we made our way to the parking garage.