This morning, while it’s still dark here, we’re driving north up the road to my local community hospital to have my left hip replaced.
My husband, Jose, is taking three weeks off to stay home with me, (blessedly able to have that much paid time off and willing to nursemaid me), and a friend from our church has offered to coordinate meals and drives when he needs a break.
She, too, will be with us as she recently had bypass surgery and knows the drill all too well.
I’ve tried for weeks to wrap my head around the idea that a foreign object — the ceramic head made (je suis ravie!) in France, the rest in Warsaw, Indiana — will become part of my body.
In the United States, where 47 million people suffer (as I do) from arthritis and millions are obese or overweight (guilty), 200,000 of these procedures are done every year. It’s hardly unusual. But that doesn’t make it any less scary. My hip was destroyed, ironically, by the drug given to me in May 2010 to reduce severe inflammation, producing AVN. Beware!
Please say a little prayer — or a big one — for me!
I hope to be back here with you in four or five days, and Jose may post in the meantime.
- Hip Replacement Surgery: Working With a Physical Therapist (everydayhealth.com)
- Hip Replacement Surgery Checklist (everydayhealth.com)