As you’re reading this, I’m likely sitting at home propped up on pillows with an ice pack, or limping across the room hanging onto a walker. With my patient husband’s attention, and the aid of painkillers, I should be doing okay. I had hip replacement surgery on Thursday.
Since I posted this before I checked into the hospital, I can only speculate about how I’m feeling right now, but I’m optimistic, so I’ll say not so bad. I haven’t really talked about my orthopedic issues on the blog or on social media before now. But, I know some of you are facing or have faced similar problems, so I thought it might be helpful to you – and to me – to share a bit.
About three years ago it started hurting for me to walk or stand for more than about 15 minutes, and I was having trouble (and pain) holding my back straight when standing. I learned that I had a compression fracture in the middle of my back. After it healed, I went to physical therapy, I went to a chiropractor. I took anti-inflammatory pills. I didn’t get better.
Still assuming it was my back, and determined to avoid surgery, I tried more physical therapy, wearing a contraption to help me walk upright, cold laser treatments, ozone injections, steroid injections (in my back), and working with a personal trainer.
Still suffering, I finally went to an orthopedic surgeon. I had MRIs taken along with some diagnostic injections. Turns out it wasn’t my back causing the problem. It was my hips. My ortho guy likes to say “bad hips make bad neighbors.” They can cause pain to show up in other places.
Tests showed both my hip joints were a mess. The tech asked me if I was able to put on my socks, and based on my X-rays, seemed surprised when I said ‘yes.’ The ortho guy said my hip joints were impinged (not shaped correctly) and that I was likely born that way. I guess I’m lucky I made it into my fifties before the addition of arthritis started causing me serious pain. I’ve always been on the clumsy side. Now I can blame it on my joints, like “I was never a good dancer because my hips are impinged.” (This may not be accurate, but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.)
Maybe you’ll see me dancing when this is all over. I doubt it. It’ll be a while, regardless. If all goes according to plan, I’ll be having the other hip replaced about three months from now. Where you WILL see me, Lord willing, is walking around at Malice Domestic in 2022. If my titanium hips can make it through airport security.
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Have you had anything replaced (i.e., knees) or removed (i.e., appendix) that you’d like to share about? Will I see YOU at Malice next year?