There! I finally found the post with your questions, Queenie. Sorry, I was in a state of hibernation during the last 48 hours and somehow skipped right over this one.
"HippoLimbs" -- yes

heehee, love the pseudonym! Thankfully, the major swelling has subsided by about 50-75% so now I look more like one of those Cabbage Patch Dolls. Progress!
Sorry for the confusion. No, I am not a sports journalist. Actually, I'm a technical and marketing writer who's working on several novels in my spare time. I work at home, so that's convenient, considering my current circumstances. My serious hobby is figure skating which, before this hip debacle emerged last year, I did 1-2 hours per day, 6 days a week. I have two coaches, and I'm working on my double rotation jumps. I compete for U.S. Figure Skating here in the US and sometimes in other countries (so it's more than a casual pastime). It's been awful to have to stay off the ice since last April, and I'm looking forward to returning in about 3-6 months when the surgeon says he'll probably clear it. The Doc's pretty confident that I'll regain my full range of motion and all my skating moves, as long as I don't do anything too crazy. (Before the hip problems, I could do full splits in all three directions, but I don't anticipate wanting to do them so much in the future, except
recreationally, heehee.)
Yes, all the bumps and falls (but more the wear and tear) from skating contributed toward the need for my shiny new hip. Skaters spend a lot of time in repetitive motion, perfecting moves, and it wears out our cartilage. I also developed some
really stupid work habits in my day (writing) job, which I mentioned in an earlier post. They mostly consisted of sitting in a bad position, in a cushy, but non-supportive chair with a heavy laptop resting on my legs. Never again!
No, you are not nosey. My dog, Joe, who sticks his snout in peoples' shopping bags as we walk down the street is nosey! I keep dreading the day when he sticks his cold snout up a woman's skirt while we're waiting for a traffic light. It's just a matter of time...
Yay to your Charlie Chaplin swagger! That's wonderful. I look forward to the day when I can ditch the crutch for my Hurry Cane. You're an inspiration!
Cheers,
HHH