WELL...
Just to warn you kids just in case you all notice I act decidedly grumpy at times. My baby brother has scoliosis, just like I do. Only, he progressed in two years what took my wonderful spine maybe six months. But yeah, he's reaching that wonderful mark where they pretty much have to fuse the spine. It's lower in the spine for him than it was for me, a bit closer to the lumber region but not as close as previously thought. Still, he may need spinal fusion... which I can tell you from personal experience SUCKS. EPICALLY. PAIN. LOTS OF IT.
SO, he'll be getting a Boston Back Brace, which mercifully doesn't include the collar like the Wisconsin(? am I naming off the right one, I dunno) type, which goes from butt to chin pretty much. I just know from personal experience the Boston one still hurts like all hell, I was lucky enough to avoid the other type. Lucky for him, his doctor is my back surgeon, who is a lot more practical that the doctor I was first sent to. So, instead of being stuck in a plastic corset I mean back brace for twenty-three hours a day like I was, he only has to be in there for eighteen. That leaves six hours of joyous freedom. Which, since he's still to sick with all the other crap going on to attend school full time, means he technically never actually has to wear it in front of his peers. I had to. Freshman year of high school. It was cool with my friends, like we'd crack jokes about it (Abs of Plastic) and hit it to make funny noises... but I still deeply resent(ed) the damn thing.
I knew God didn't like me but I still don't get why he has it in for my baby brother. He's the good one, why does he have to go through hell?

We are having a LONG talk whenever I die, Mister!
No, I'm not being emo... but I promised to be more emotionally open with you people and I figure now's a good time to try that again. So, please bear with me while I'm being such a downer

Though I suppose this is what I get for telling Matt I was in a good mood and decently content with life
