I felt great after my trial except for a predictable Fibro flare. If my body perceives that it has been violated, it flares. After Pain Man jumped up and down on my back and played Roter Router Man for three hours, my body was convinced that it had been violated. While painful, it was very clear to me that the neuropathy had been totally eliminated. I went nutz. I really had to keep reminding myself that I had to behave myself, obey the rules, and not push the envelope.

It is my understanding that the implant is going to be rugged. I see the surgeon next Thursday and will get the battle plan. There is a chance I will need one, maybe two new disc/lam before even starting the implant. At the time I had the trial, I was told I would need at least six leads. The surgeon will be using paddles. That means lammies. Sooooooooooooo, I am going to set up my place the same way I normally would for spinal surgery. Keep in mind that I live alone. I will have a folding table next to my bed with a bunch of plastic bins for snacks, magazines and books, sleepware, toilettries and my tablet. The cell phone will be tied to the bedpost. They have a way of jumping onto the floor. This way I can retrieve it by pulling it up by the string and not fumbling with the grabber. Favorite pots and pans will be stacked on the counter so I don't have to bend or reach. The coffee and filters will be down where I don't have to reach up for them. The fridge will be re-arranged so everything is on the higher shelves. Forget the produce bins and lowest shelves. I'll pick up a case of generic Ensure for when I don't feel like cooking or nuking. I actually like the French Vanilla. Best wishes.