Remember the famous dialogue from "Karlsson-on-the-Roof"? - I am a bit of a lad! In my prime. - Ah so? And at what age is this... prime? - Well, you know, errrm... Let's not talk about it.
For some people, the prime often ends with a rapid decline of health. When I was running more or less professionally, I looked like a headless horseman. A lot of strength, little brain. The result is obvious: a hernia in the lumbar spine. For 10 years I simply ignored weak nagging pain.
Finally, the day came when I couldn't stand it anymore (or maybe my wife couldn't), I gathered my hernias together and went to do a ceremony of their expelling from my spine. The MRI determined their location, and then a very competent/cool/nice neurosurgeon gave me a specific treatment plan. A month later and, voila, I'm flying just like Karlsson. I am very grateful to Tomografiya Medical Centre for having rescued my back from the paws of these damned hernias.
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