Oh friends, sometimes I wonder what the heck?!
Here I was, minding my own business, working so hard at rehab, admiring the rainbows and butterflies when WHAM! I dislocate my hip! YES – my new hip.
After having great appointments with my orthopedic and vascular surgeons on Monday, I left Boston that day feeling so grateful and blessed that things were really moving along. The x-rays looked great and the prosthesis had cemented nicely. For the first time in 2.5 years, vascular said I didn’t need to be seen again for six months. YAY!! Life.is.good!
The very next day, I went to PT and we did the exact same exercises we do each treatment and during the “leg raises” something happened. There was a “pop” and it didn’t feel right. I wasn’t able to apply weight on the leg. My PT was horrified (not her fault at all) and another therapist came over and we thought the hip was okay. Was it a tear in the scar tissue? Muscular?
I went home, took Tylenol,and spoke with my doctor’s office. I decided that if things weren’t better in the morning, I would go in for x-rays. After having a restless night, off to Boston we went.
The x-rays showed a significant change from when I was there on Monday, and my hip was indeed dislocated. Thankfully, my orthopedic surgeon was already in the OR and was able to get me in relatively quickly. Under general anesthesia, they were able to pop my hip back in place.
Now I am wearing a hip abduction brace to provide support and help keep the hip-joint stable. The brace is designed to limit my motion and allow healing to take place. I must wear this brace while awake and it can only be removed to shower and sleep. While sleeping, I have the abduction wedge (not sure what the actual name is) that straps your legs to it so I don’t dislocate the hip again. It makes me feel trapped!! If this is what I need then I shall use it, but I will silently curse the darn thing!!!
Since I dislocated my hip, I am now high risk for it to happen again. This scares me to think of that happening again.
I can’t return to rehab until I see my surgeon again–which will be in less than two weeks. This is another setback and it is so frustrating!. There was progress being made and I truly felt as though things were on the right track.
Hopefully we can turn this bus around soon and I can continue on the path to full recovery. In my last post, ironically, I mentioned setbacks and how you just have to keep going. It’s true. So that is exactly what I will do. One day at a time.
Until next time, be well and go out and do a random act of kindness.