@lanstan Hi there. A dislocation always sets me back again. The fracture was coming along nicely and I was finally able to raise my leg up on my own so I could rebuild my muscles and tendons but I now have to work my way back again. I'm tired of it all and it's not even the non stop pain that sucked all the life out of me. It's feeling like I'm in my way to recovery, like the last surgery worked and I will finally be independent and have a life again but suddenly getting it pulled out from underneath me like a rug and being back to square one that has me living in fear now.
Even my surgeon has given up and admitted he doesn't know what else to do. Even though I only dislocate while I'm sitting he ordered a knee brace for when I'm walking. He also said if it happens again he will ask the other, more experienced surgeon, who I was referred to first, to take me on. Wait a minute....that surgeon passed me off to my current one. I didn't read the consent form I signed till months later but I gave that other surgeon permission to choose another surgeon to work on me. So have I just been used as a practice dummy?
Supposedly my leg was made longer in this last surgery. Could that be why it feels like the femoral head is sliding around in there because that's exactly how it feels and it feels ready to slide right out of the socket. My dr is gone for the week but I see him as soon as he gets back.
My friends are always ready to help me, of course, but I can't even say we're friends now. We don't do anything together anymore like we used to and I just feel like a burden to them now.
I guess my call to Medicare about my shoddy treatment on my previous visit to the ER had results. The only people who cared for me this time were older people or ones that already knew me from before and were decent.
So I stay prepared for another trip to the ER, but these open reductions are draining the life out of me. I've never seen so many drs in my nearly 70 years of existence. I mean, I didn't get to have ANY fun after I retired but my savings have been seriously depleted none the less. A week and a half in ICU was never on my agenda. I'm not even going to bother contacting any other dr. I couldn't get any local ones to even give me a second opinion after one failed revision, I seriously doubt anyone will come near me after SEVEN surgeries.
Call it bad luck, call it whatever....
At least I'll break the hospital record for the most dislocations.
Xoxo
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