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It was last September! I have been visiting you all. As I know I tend to visit those. Who have been kind enough to comment. I see that I wrote I was still in some pain. And when I returned to the consultant. He discovered 2 of the screws,. At the top fixing the. 4 vertebrae that had been fused,.