We headed out bright and early this morning to the ortho. doctor that I've seen for six years. We took along a copy of my MRI (and Julia...and Elijah.) The good news is that my MRI looked better than the x-rays had left him expecting. He is not recommending surgery at this point and just wants me to start using my brand new, home, neck-traction machine. Good times, indeed, but a lot better than surgery.
I do have degenerate disks and I also have some bone spurs, but nothing that is at a crisis level, at least for now. I'm excited to be able to focus on more exciting things, even if I'm doing it while I rest on an ice-pack.