Author: Denise Ryan
I know you all have had them - weeks from HELL! That is what this week has been for me. There was a discovery of a database disaster, a man who cheated on me called, I saw a surgeon about my hip (very bad news), and just this morning USAA called to tell me of some unauthorized use of my credit card. I am praying to the great cacao bean in the sky to end this madness!
Apparently I am much better in retrospect than I am in an actual relationship. The cheater wants a second chance - I was so great, I believed in him, he was so grounded when he was with me, blah, blah, blah. Whatever. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. I already feel it’s shame on me. The whole thing just brings up some very yucky feelings and still manages to bother me.
Then the surgeon - ah! I got to see the recent x-ray of my arthritic hip. There is zero cartilage left. Zero. The bone is forming all kinds of spurs and cysts - it’s a veritable bone party in there. And, I didn’t know this, but bones have nerves (like teeth) and every time I walk or move a certain way, those nerves are rubbing together. The surgeon was shocked I was still walking 5 miles a day. Little does he know it’s merely so I can continue my chocolate habit and simultaneously fit into my clothes.
They are going to give me a steroid injection in my hip next week, but the only real solution is surgery. After you realize this, they have you watch a little video. That is what pushed me over the edge - seeing how they have to scrape out the leg bone and jam a plastic rod in there to link with the new fake hip. I had no idea - I don’t know what I was thinking, but this is no outpatient procedure. Three to four days in the hospital, no driving, I’ll need some kind of home care or I can go into a rehab facility (basically a nursing home). Two months of recovery time (and that’s on the good side) - and I work for myself - if I don’t speak, I don’t earn any money. And it ain’t like this is going to be cheap.
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