Houston, We Have A Problem

I lied. When I said I went to the chiropractor for my back pain, and voila it was better, I was only partially correct. I was correct in the sense that I felt better then, but as the days have progressed, I am back to bad. Actually, I am back to worse. It got to the point that I just can't stand it and I'm really tired of using Vicodin just to get through a day.

Today was my day off, so I went to the doctor. Not just any doctor, I went to the one that did my back surgery in 1997. He ordered a "stat" MRI and X-rays and I follow up with him, films in hand, tomorrow. Of course, due to the fact that I now have "films in hand" I had to look at them. I figure I'm qualified - I've seen them before and I know how to Google "herniated disk." Here are the results:

The first is the sample MRI of a herniated disk (this one's not mine):

And here's mine:

Now, I'm no doctor but that doesn't look good for me as far as I'm concerned. I guess I'll hear the real verdict tomorrow. Until then, it's vicodin and red wine all the way...