Where Do I Begin?

It really has been a long time (again), me bad. I probably have many excuses but I won't bore you with them. I'd say that mostly I'm just plain lazy recently. I have been very seriously thinking of ending this blog and completely deleting it. I came awfully close to hitting that delete button one night. I may still do it, who knows.

I've been to many medical appointments none of which have offered a resolution to my wonky hip and I'm pretty much at the point of giving up. Problem is though that will probably turn me into a druggy so really, I'm not giving up.

I've had two appointments with the "wonder" surgeon. The first appointment went really well, the second, not so much. During the first appointment he explained to us what he thought the problem might be. He suggested the the "cup" implanted is meant to move but in my body it seems to catch somewhere. He sent me or blood work to be certain there was no infection and gave me another appointment for March 17th. He was very clear that he would take care of me and explained how this problem would be solved surgically and which parts he would replace.

I also out of courtesy and because I have a long history with surgeon number one, made an appointment to see him. He did a fresh set of x-rays and told me her saw absolutely nothing wrong with the hip. He suggested and MRI which will of course happen sometime in the distant future, this being Canada. I told him I was getting a second opinion and he said he'd arrange one with another surgeon in the same hospital. I let that hang...

My second appointment with the "wonder" doc didn't go quite as well as the first one. This time he said he could see no real reason why the hip was hurting as much but thought that maybe the cup needed to screwed in instead of being left to move. He told me that this particular prosthesis causes pain for some patients and it's not always visible on x-rays. He suggested I go back to my original surgeon for whom he had a lot of respect and who he considered to be a wonderful surgeon. So what the heck happened in that one month between appointments? He did let slip that he had sent a letter to him which kind of freaked me out. I can only guess that they know each other and communicated about me.

So now I'm doing nothing, I'm seeing a chiropractor twice a week until my money runs out and I'm signing up for a Pilates class.

Other than that I've done nothing but knit and watch the disasters in the world unfold. We live 20 kms from a nuclear plant and even though they tell us that what is happening in Japan cannot happen here is does concern me somewhat. Oh yes, I also celebrated another birthday one day during the last month...