My Mom went in for surgery this morning to remove a ruptured disk. The surgeon went in through the front of her neck--I'm assuming that's because it's less invasive, and makes for easier healing than ripped open back muscles. But all I know about surgery comes from watching M*A*S*H when I was a kid.
She was in agony before the surgery, and within a few hours of recovery was already in better spirits and much less pain than before, and was even walking herself to the toidy and back. I was there for a few hours and she didn't hit the morphine button once. Even when I unplugged the morphine tube and held it over a shot glass she wouldn't hit it.
Poor Mom! What a way to spend Valentine's Day. Glad she's okay now, with a new shock absorber at vertebra 6.