My modern miracle
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During my long absence from this platform, I noticed, then was a bit bothered by, then was slowed down by, and finally (and rather suddenly) completely incapacitated by arthritis of the hip joints. I began managing symptoms with ibuprofen, then cannabis (yay cannabis), and gradually forgot what it was like to go to sleep at night without drugs.
Last year around this time I committed to an August writing retreat in France. I knew my travel activities would be limited, but what I didn't anticipate was the degree of pain I would suffer getting from an airport to a train to an underground. I could not have imagined needing an entire day and night immobile in a hotel room (in the heart of London! What a waste!) just to recover enough to walk even a few steps. I never envisioned myself needing wheelchair assistance in airports.
But I did.
And that's what it took to get me out of fantasy land. As soon as I got home, I interviewed a couple of orthopedic surgeons, magically chose the one who, it turns out, practices the advanced method of hip replacement that Misha Collins benefited from, and booked myself in.
The left hip was replaced on November 1. In to the surgery center at 6:30 a.m., home in my own bed by 2:30 that afternoon, back on my bike three weeks later. The surgeon came in as I was waking up from anesthesia and with the most pitying look on his face said, "I don't know how you stood it. Your bone spurs had bone spurs."
I have named that new joint Titania.
The right hip was my Christmas present, December 20. Same incredible method, same miraculous recovery.
I call that one T2.
Three weeks later I rode my bike to the clinic to turn in my excess opioids (and boy do they prescribe those things in abundance!), and I've been sleeping every night since without any chemical assistance.
The COBRA health insurance I've been lucky enough to carry since retirement six years ago though-I-had-to-refinance-my-mortgage-to-pay-the-premiums has paid off.
My time of significant disability was humbling and eye-opening. This second chance is so wonderful that even in the midst of pandemic, I'm taking joy in my ability to stand in the kitchen long enough to cook real food. Go down my front steps. Walk to the store. Get on and off my bike. Get in and out of my bathtub.
If we ever fly in airplanes again, I'm kind of looking forward to having Titania and T2 show up on the scanner.
Oh, and despite everything, the writing retreat in France was wonderful. And I got to see
ravurian in London.
Last year around this time I committed to an August writing retreat in France. I knew my travel activities would be limited, but what I didn't anticipate was the degree of pain I would suffer getting from an airport to a train to an underground. I could not have imagined needing an entire day and night immobile in a hotel room (in the heart of London! What a waste!) just to recover enough to walk even a few steps. I never envisioned myself needing wheelchair assistance in airports.
But I did.
And that's what it took to get me out of fantasy land. As soon as I got home, I interviewed a couple of orthopedic surgeons, magically chose the one who, it turns out, practices the advanced method of hip replacement that Misha Collins benefited from, and booked myself in.
The left hip was replaced on November 1. In to the surgery center at 6:30 a.m., home in my own bed by 2:30 that afternoon, back on my bike three weeks later. The surgeon came in as I was waking up from anesthesia and with the most pitying look on his face said, "I don't know how you stood it. Your bone spurs had bone spurs."
I have named that new joint Titania.
The right hip was my Christmas present, December 20. Same incredible method, same miraculous recovery.
I call that one T2.
Three weeks later I rode my bike to the clinic to turn in my excess opioids (and boy do they prescribe those things in abundance!), and I've been sleeping every night since without any chemical assistance.
The COBRA health insurance I've been lucky enough to carry since retirement six years ago though-I-had-to-refinance-my-mortgage-to-pay-the-premiums has paid off.
My time of significant disability was humbling and eye-opening. This second chance is so wonderful that even in the midst of pandemic, I'm taking joy in my ability to stand in the kitchen long enough to cook real food. Go down my front steps. Walk to the store. Get on and off my bike. Get in and out of my bathtub.
If we ever fly in airplanes again, I'm kind of looking forward to having Titania and T2 show up on the scanner.
Oh, and despite everything, the writing retreat in France was wonderful. And I got to see
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21/3/20 23:06 (UTC)(no subject)
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22/3/20 04:52 (UTC)Truly, luck and blessings all around.
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22/3/20 00:42 (UTC)I still say you should have asked to retain your actual hip joints and made them into cane-handles or ornaments...
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22/3/20 04:53 (UTC)(no subject)
22/3/20 01:09 (UTC)That is *amazing*. What an incredible technique. I'm so very, very glad that you were able to do that!
:D
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22/3/20 04:56 (UTC)These titanium hip joints are supposed to last 30 years. Should be enough. :D
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22/3/20 17:09 (UTC)And on the third hand, it was exactly the experience I needed to shake me up and into a whole new life. So, a net positive.
I hope you and yours are coping okay with the pandemic situation. It seems there is less-than-optimal leadership on both sides of the Atlantic.
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22/3/20 15:08 (UTC)(no subject)
22/3/20 17:15 (UTC)Western medicine has left "healing" far behind, but this kind of mechanical repair is where it's at its best, I think.
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22/3/20 16:16 (UTC)(no subject)
22/3/20 17:22 (UTC)Absolute desperation gave me the energy to seek the help that I knew was available. It was a painful lesson. But damn, I'm glad I learned it before this pandemic made elective surgery a non-starter.
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6/4/20 17:28 (UTC)On the (very definite) plus side, I can and do take daily walks now around my not-very-densely-populated city neighborhood, something I hadn't been able to do for several years. I'm seeing blocks and streets that I've never walked along before because I never had any "reason" to go that way before. Now my only "reason" is that I've got to get some exercise.