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Struggling with Being a Hipster

I must get this down.  This is to be my mental therapy for a while.  You all know my life needed to be spring cleaned and this is still true.  However, that pesky little hip surgery got in the way first.  The first two weeks after the surgery were blissful!  I spent two week lying in a bed in front of the TV with the entire series of The West Wing.  I really was in heaven.  I used my kids’ plastic shopping cart as my personal dolly.  I placed a big tray on top of it and was able to push things from the kitchen to my bed in the living room.  I thought I was quite ingenious to come up with the idea.  I could move stuff with ease all around the entire living area of our house.  On crutches with 20% weight bearing for the first week.  Switched to 50% weight bearing – still no problems. I honestly believed at this point that I would be walking off of those crutches and not looking back.  That is how great I felt at that time.

Went for follow-up at 10 days and I almost felt blown off.  My husband says that he didn’t feel that at all.  But I did, and that is all that matters!  I was essentially told that He, yes my OS is a He, couldn’t do more for me.  All my issues were related to the dysplasia and he couldn’t do anything for that.  He had already told me I wasn’t a candidate for the much more traumatic surgery, periacetabular osteotomy. I had really wanted to revisit this with him, and perhaps I still will.  See how much courage I can muster up before my next visit.

I was sent home to wean off crutches.  Two crutches full weight bearing was just fine and I could have gone on doing that forever.  But I had to go to one crutch and then none.  The first day of none was fine, but I was very sore that night.  The second day of none was even worse.  And once I was back at work with my butt planted firmly in a chair all day, things kind of went to hell.  There was no progression at all.

So today I finally had my next visit with him.  To be honest, I was very nervous to see him again.  I was afraid I was going to be blown off again, assuming the first time wasn’t all in my head.  Once again, I had almost talked myself in to needing a periacetabular osteotomy.  So I went in feeling someone down, thinking he wasn’t going to be interested in treating me any more.  Well, I couldn’t have been further from the truth.

He showed nothing but concern for my pain.  He isn’t sure it is all coming from inside the joint and the local anesthetic that he game only seemed to produce some relief.  Lots of what could only be compensatory pain remained even after the shot.  He also aspirated the joint before he put in the local and the steroid.  Not sure which two meds he used so I must ask next time.  He again emphasized that the pre-arthritic changes we more symptomatic than they appear on film.  I got to see the pictures that were taken during my scope – no labral tear, big, nasty looking bruise in the labrum.  Psoas tendon shiny and white, psoas tendon being cut by the blade, effusion in the joint.  He spent the rest of the time telling me that I should wait 6 – 12 months and then be reassessed for a total hip replacement.  This is where my brain stopped working like a normal persons brain.  I totally shut down this idea and refused to believe it.  It was denial at its most spectacular!  Of course I wasn’t realizing it at the time.  It was only afterwards on the way home that my husband pointed it all out to me.  I came away feeling like a total jerk.  I have early stages of arthritis.  It isn’t going to get better.  The steroid should give some relief.  Not sure for how long.  And then what?  Why wouldn’t I be a candidate for PAO?  That is what they are doing for symptomatic hips.  What make me specifically an non-candidate?  Should it matter?  Its a huge surgery and what will it buy me?  Will I lose as much from the recovery as I would gain from going straight to THR?  I just don’t know.  I need help.

Please tell me of your experiences with these things.  Thank you.

The Old New Me

I was doing so well.  I was off the booze, off the Lortabs, off the Ambien.   Life was starting to look better, feel fresher and I was sleeping OK. My semester ended on a high note.  So what, you may ask, is the problem?

Put simply, I do not do injuries well.  When you take away my exercise, you also take away my mental health therapy.  Add to this the fact that the weight stacks on quickly when I am not exercising.  I have gained about 10 lbs in the last couple of months.  Fortunately, I have a consult with the orthopedic surgeon on Monday.  I want resolution.  I don’t want months more of conservative treatment.  Clearly, conservative treatment isn’t working.  I am ready to confront this thing head-on.  My MRA shows a labral tear and detachment.  Again, no mention of osteoarthritis.  I will be interested to find out from the OS if he thinks I have any OA.

So here I go again, time to spring clean myself.  Actually, if I am honest with myself, the booze hasn’t been much of a problem, and neither has the Lortab.  I take it because I am in pain.  The problem is that I am on a narc contract and taking it for the hip (which is not why it is prescribed) makes me feel like a junkie.  After Monday, I will be able to contact my neurologist and perhaps do away with the narcs for the time being.  If I am given a cortisone shot in the hip, I shouldn’t need pain meds for a while.  This would be good because if I need surgery, I don’t want to have any degree of tolerance to any of these drugs.

I really feel for those who are worse off than me.  This is the first time that I have ever been totally restricted due to mechanical failure!  And I am proving to be a great big baby.  Yes, there are other forms of exercise I could do, but I have a 3 and a 5 year old and most other forms of exercise take a lot more time than going for a jog or lifting weights in the basement.  Somehow, I need to find a happy medium.  I am still searching.

A Little Bit of Anxiety

Over the winter, I did what many less serious triathletes and runners do, I cross-trained. I am definitely a fair-weather runner/cyclist. I also find it difficult to find those daylight hours for exercising outdoors during the school semester. Say hello to Zumba. I had fun. I sweated. I laughed. I groaned. I made new friends. Fast forward a few weeks of only going once a week and I discovered a new pain in my right hip. Now hip pain isn’t new to me. I have had ongoing issues with my hips since about 2005. But it was always “bursitis”. Two primary care docs and two orthopedic/sports docs said so. So I went with the flow. Cortisone injections did seem to help for a few days. Voltarin pills got me through my first marathon. But I digress. This Zumba-induced pain was new and it was different enough from over-use injuries that plague most distance athletes, that I sought medical attention once again. I was referred to a family practice doctor who specializes in sports medicine. He promptly referred me to an athletic trainer for exercises. I thought this was a bit odd but went with the flow once again. It didn’t take me long to figure out that this wasn’t helping. I sent out a call to my friends on Facebook and was hooked up with a PT who specializes in this type of thing. She saw me FOR FREE! Wow. When the heck does that ever happen? So I offered to teach a class for her if she needed me to. And I have always said that I have nothing to trade!

Long story short, my insurance company finally authorized me to visit an out-of-network orthopedic surgeon. This is just such good news that you are probably wondering what is up with the title of this post. Well, put your hand up if you have ever had an MRA of the hip, or anywhere really. They take a big long needle and insert it into your hip joint and inject dye. Then they stick you in the MRI machine for about half an hour. I am not so concerned about being in the MRI. It is the long pointy thing they want to jab into my joint. I am feeling a bit sick just thinking about it. I cannot sleep just thinking about it (and this explains why I am up blogging instead of sleeping at 12:30 PM when I need to be up at 6 AM in the morning). So there it is. My little bit of anxiety.