(from a comment I made on Newsarama):

For the past two months, I’ve been suffering from an unknown malady in my spine, hip, and thigh that has made it painful for me to walk or lay in bed. The condition has gotten so bad that I now have to work from home 5 days a week. I now have a handicapped sticker on my car just so I don’t have to walk far from the car to a doctor’s office (my wife drives). I’ve never drank a beer or smoked a joint, but I have bottles of oxycodone, Vicodin, and morphine to ease the pain. (They rarely work.)

My doctors haven’t been able to nail down the cause of the pain. The guesses have ranged from a herniated disc to cancer to a hernia (one was found, but on the other leg) to degenerative disc disorder (Hi, Speedba–er, Penance!). Nothing’s fit the bill, which means I have to get lots of tests done.

I had two today. The first test was an EMG. This test looks for permanent nerve damage. Electrodes were glued to my body, and I was hit with an assortment of needle probes and shocks from a device akin to a taser. Felt like one, anyway.

The second test involved being injected with radioactive dye and getting strapped to a table for an hour, immobilized, while a camera scans my bones. One of the reasons I can’t sleep is that I can’t keep my leg in one position for more than a few minutes before it starts to hurt. When my leg was unstrapped after an hour, I screamed.

I came home bruised and aching. I really thought my day couldn’t get any more painful.

Then I heard the sound of Marvel editors…rapping.

…

I took more morphine.

(Seriously, Joe, that was a very funny song. Thanks for cheering me up a bit. And as much as I wanted to throttle Paul Jenkins for bringing up spinal injuries in CW: FL, this week’s Marvels took my mind off the pain for a little while. Thanks.)
Sincerely,
Ray Cornwall, whyilovecomics.com

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This is why I’ve been quiet, everyone.