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I saw the M.D. at my chiropractor's clinic yesterday. He was sort of foreign and I could barely understand him through his accent. What I did get was, "Have you even seen your x-rays?" as he slaps the sheets on the lightbox, I said yeah but he turned them on anyway. I look like the hunch back of Notre Dame in the x-rays, my right side is slung

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He was really blunt, I stunned by it. If you or any of my friends were there, you would have been able to read every thought going through my head, on my face.

Originally he said I had 5 lombard vertebrae when I should have 4, or many it was 6 when I should have 5, anyway, when he tried to show them to me, he counted four then got to right above where my pelvic bone should be and said, "Well THIS is supposed to be one bone and as you can see it is MANY BONES." which also means I have many gaps where bone should be and an extra joint in there, for good measure.
I want to call my mom and tell her that they found I have a birth defect associated with children whose mother's took too many Quaaludes in the '70s. haha. But I am bad at joke/lying to my mom.

Every time I am waiting on something or feel bored or whatever I think that Cory must feel the same way, except I usually have something coming up in a few minutes and I'm not sitting in a cell with what I am sure amount to animals all around me. I want to write to him, but I don't know if it would get to him before June 2nd, I don't know how jail-mail works. I also sort of don't want to get too involved, I just want to write him a "Hello" and tell him that I am thinking about him, a lot.