Tomorrow I'm meeting with my doctor and the brace fitter person to get a back stabilizing brace. It's not the same as the corrective brace I refused to wear but clearly needed as a teen, but will instead hopefully keep things aligned and proper and straightish.
I confess there's a lingering fear of dorky nerditude and freakism, but I thrive on that, don't I?
Yes. I do. I'm OWNING the SHIT out of this. Right then.