Recently, I was wondering if I should update my blog. It's been a while, but then, do I have enough interesting things to say? Well, the universe heard and decided I could use a little extra fun in my life, and a story to tell on my blog. Long story short, I went in for a cortisone shot on Friday and came out with a broken needle in my hip. The pain was terrible...every step I took, the needle would stab me and stop me in my tracks. I was admitted to the ER on Friday night, and was kept under observation all weekend long. The orthopedic surgeon said I needed surgery. On Sunday early afternoon, they came and got me (I was luckily transferred to the ortho floor on Saturday night, way more comfortable than the ER gurney) ready for surgery. I was asked if I wanted general or regional anesthesia, but I just couldn't deal with the thought of having a giant needle inserted in my back. Not after all the needle mishap happening in the last 48 hours. The surgical staff was incredibly nice, which helped me relax. So there I had it, three hip surgeries total...without expecting this one at all. They had to make a 7.5cm incision to reach the needle, which I was very happy to know was fully removed. Yes, that's a chunk of muscle in the needle. GROSS!!! They had to remove part of my muscle to get it out. I asked if I could keep the needle, but they said they had to send it to path. Boooooo!!! So there you have it, my Frankenstein hip. BTW this is when they found the needle, the hook things are the retractors keeping my hip open. I'm now day 5 post op, and doing fairly well. I'm still on crutches. Emotionally, this has been very difficult. When the nurse asked me to walk (so I could get discharged), I broke down crying. I couldn't believe that I was going through this again. I was finally getting back to living a normal life...rock climbing, training, working...and now there I was, struggling to put one foot in front of another. My nurse was incredibly nice, and she gave me a hug, told me to take things one at a time. Oli has been amazing, giving me the best support hugs, running all errands, being my personal cook, etc etc. My physical therapist has also played a huge role in all of this, helping me focus on facts (I tend to be a *little* emotional) and treating my hip so it can eventually get back to 100%. The nurse who changed my dressing on day one referred me to a social worker, as she felt it could help (I broke down crying in front of her as I was explaining what had happened). The social worker was very nice, and gave good tips on how to deal with this. All in all, I'm very lucky to be so well surrounded. The medical staff, my husband, my friends/family, and my hip support group on Facebook...I received tons of message of encouragement, and it truly means the world to me. I often go back and read them whenever I'm feeling down. Fingers crossed this will heal up quickly so I can get back to my life, and so this can all be a crazy story to tell! OH! And my right hip! Haha. Forgot about that one. It's been doing surprisingly well, even if it's taking a hit as my left is weak and useless. I'm really happy...proof all those glute exercises weren't for nothing after all!
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AuthorMy name is Marie-Christine. I'm 34 years old and live in Montreal, QC, Canada. I have had two failed hip scopes on my right hip to do undiagnosed hip dysplasia. My amazing surgeon, who is in Quebec City, performed periacetabular osteotomy in November 2017. He also did one left hip scope (non dysplastic) in February 2017. Archives
May 2018
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