Update- The Hospital Is No Picnic

Back in March when I was having such great pain my friend took the lead and spoke with my surgeon’s office. She gave me a date to see him, which was today.

I was up early because it takes me a long time to get myself moving. Along with a couple of cups of coffee and breakfast. I started getting ready to be at the hospital for noon time. We called a cab that can carry my wheelchair, my friend’s car was out of the question for it rides low. The cab arrived and I slowly make it out to it and a hobble to get myself into the back seat.

I arrived early, which is nothing new. Of course Moose Jaw is on high alert for Covid, so I had to be screened before going to register. Finally, registered and make it to the area where the surgeon was conducting a cast clinic. I sit in my wheelchair waiting to be called into a room. Forty-five minutes later I am called in to see the surgeon. He has me jump, well in my case hobble, onto a bed. I lay down and he moves my leg and barely off the bed which makes me scream. He quit because he didn’t want to make me hurt anymore. He decides that he needs an updated x-ray. So, back in the wheelchair and off to have the x-ray done. After the x-ray it is back to the surgeon, where I sit another thirty minutes before he makes his return.

He proceeds to explain the condition of my hip. It is far worse than it was three months ago. He explains about my hip and there is a ball that is attached to a bone and the ball moves around the hip. Where the ball should be is nothing more than a flat piece of bone. And still no answer of when my surgery will take place. No thanks to Covid to bring things to a grinding stop. Here is what he said, “I sit at home with nothing to do, no surgeries”!

So dear reader, the hospital is definitely not a picnic!

Update – My Journey to Hip Surgery – 3/16/2021

You may notice that I have not posted many over the past several days.

My hip and the pain have grown worse this past week. It is becoming more difficult to move around the house. With the aid of my cane and walker I hobble about.

Sitting and laying are limited and it is dictated by the pain that I am experiencing.

My best friend acted as an advocate and called the office of the surgeon. He spoke with the receptionist, explained what he has been witnessing concerning me. After speaking with her she booked an appointment for me to see the surgeon once again to assess the condition where he will determine my need for hip surgery. This could result in the change of urgency and placement on the waiting list for the surgery.

I may not be as active on WordPress for the next amount of time. I will write posts and publish them depending on how I am dealing with my pain.

So dear reader and fellow bloggers, I will check in to at least look at my notifications and to read some blogs that I follow. I will keep you updated on the progress I am making.

Oh What Relief!

 “Since chronic pain frequently cannot be seen or measured, unlike acute pain, doctors, colleagues, friends, or family may question or doubt your pain. In effect, it doesn’t matter if anyone believes you, but it is extremely important for you to acknowledge that all pain is real.”—Pain Recovery: How to Find Balance and Reduce Suffering from Chronic Pain 

Over time I have mentioned the pain in my hip. On October 19,20 I went to have an MRI exam. Today the doctor told me the results. My hip is totally wrecked, thinking that the hip at some time stopped receiving blood to it.

Oh What A Relief It is!

Yes, I did say, “what a relief it is”. I have been living with all types of fear of what might be wrong. Lately I thought it could be cancer due to the fact that this year I had two relatives die because of that wicked disease.

There was the other thought, people may think I am faking it to draw attention to myself. I heard that when it came to dealing with mental illness, so it would not have surprised me if they were saying that.

Next came the guilt. The guilt of not being able to walk my dog, make my own meals, do some housework chores, and not able to go shopping. These thoughts of guilt plagued me day and night. I was becoming my own worse enemy with beating myself up.

Now comes the referral to an orthopedic surgeon. I have seen him before because of a fracture in my knee, so, there is no problem of dealing with him. It will be the waiting that will frustrate me. This province has a severe problem with waiting lists and times. I now look forward to the plan he will present to solve this hip problem. More than likely it will be replaced. Whatever it has to be I am at peace with it.

So dear reader, for most people hearing a report about a damaged hip would think that is bad news. For this guy hearing what the problem is, finally knowing what is causing the extreme pain. Yes, for me, oh what a relief it is!