Spinal replacement. The words seem so innocent, so procedural. Yet the reality of slicing meat from the bone with nerves cut and resown give a description resolute to invoke images of burning agony. If this were the least of my troubles, I would be blessed. The machines now tell me that this is the first of many surgeries. In their eyes my meat body is obscene. I happen to enjoy my flesh, but they are rather attached to the idea of making it minimal.