Hello all, hope you are on your way to a full recovery. I was this close to leaving on a trip, just to get away, when suddenly....
The last dislocation you knew of was on October 8. Then I got the brace....wore it home and never put it back on.
@Gray Horse, as a matter of fact they did give me a knee immobilizer and I had no problem wearing it at all.
A week goes by and hip is holding strong. November 8th arrives, exactly one month since last dislocation but hip feels stable and I'm feeling great!
November 9 starts out as another beautiful day. I decide to visit a friend and she invites me in for coffee. I'm sitting on the couch, sipping coffee and it happened again....dislocation #4. Quickly, quietly and painlessly it simply slipped out of the socket and positioned itself where it always did, up on top.
My friend is freaking out, not knowing what to do, but I knew the routine by now. I looked at my pickup sitting near the giant saguaros, wanting it to roll a bit closer for me, lol. I explained that if I could somehow get myself up into the driver's seat I could drive to the ER myself instead of calling an ambulance and leaving my vehicle there.
She knew 3 strong men who lived nearby and she asked them if they could help a friend of hers. They weren't huge muscle bound weightlifters but apparently they had experience transferring older relatives and within minutes they lifted me off the couch, onto a metal chair, somehow managed to carry the chair, with me in it, to my pickup then carefully got me facing forward in the driver's seat so I could drive in. I first drove to my neighbors to give them a house key to let the dog out and continued to the hospital 34 miles away. I parked at the end of a line so it would be easy to be extricated and made the call.
It's sad when you are on a first name basis with the staff at the ER, lol. I was having a real hard time sliding off the xray table back onto to the wheelchair when I noticed a familiar set of black scrubs running into the room. My surgeon happened to be on call and he came running when he noticed my name. He said he had the lockring already in his possession and I was getting admitted right then, surgery would be on Friday. Well, okee dokee! But I was NOT allowed out of the bed AT ALL! You know what that means? It means BEDPANS!
It was sheer torture, I cried every time I had to go and even though I was still needing to go every 2 hours, it took me forever to, ya know. So humiliating. Then on Thursday I get a call that surgery has been bumped up to Saturday. It was a difficult time, I did not like being at the mercy of all those happy, smiling people but thankfully they seemed to put up with me just fine....and the food was pretty. good.
Surgery was quick and I was out of bed and using the restroom once again. I loved getting out of the bed I was up when the surgeon stopped by so he said I could go home on Sunday. The doctor there that day said he would have preferred to keep me till Monday but I let him know that if he did he better bring me up some margaritas to celebrate my birthday.
I'm a little sore and the femoral component feels like its halfway out of the socket. dr says that's because it is taking up more space now and the dirty lowdown is that yes, it is till possible for me to dislocate.