danelady
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Oh happy day! I am so happy I found you all! Thank you for having me!
I'm going to start by saying 2 words....Protrusio Acetabuli. That's where my hip is at today. My story starts in January 2017 when I went to an ortho with hip pain. After some scurrying about I found myself rolling into the OR to get a brand new hip installed. It was my left hip, anterior approach THA and when I woke up I was disco dancing on my way to the bathroom! I easily walked out of the hospital the next morning (with a huge school girl crush on my surgeon, lol).
The next 4.75 years I kinda forgot about my new hip, it was wonderful....unless I was asked at a DOT physical since I was a long haul trucker.
February 2020 I had a spinal fusion (bouncing on the roads will do number on your bones! 3 months later I climbed into a new truck to work in and was greeted by a different world than the one I left not long ago.....truckers couldn't find food, couldn't find bathrooms and it was the busiest I'd ever seen....and THAT'S what a pandemic will do. End of June last year I'd had enough.....got a new passport, a new metal detector and RETIRED.
I wrote all this to let you know I was active, I had plans and I was fearless! Then, at the beginning of October I was limping, by the beginning of November it felt as though there were glass shards in my hip. I was house bound and learning everything I could by reading articles, watching webinars and lectures. I learned it was Dr Paproski who classified the different levels of damage in hips, but he also stood out in my mind for another reason. At the end of one of his lectures he looked at the audience and warns that should they be faced with such a damaged hip they should find someone else and pass it off to them, preferably to someone they dislike.
The first ortho I was refered said my hip is broken, he won't touch it and refered me to another 'specialist' who said...Wow, never seen anything like that before but I like a challenge. I went home feeling hopeful until he called and said he was passing me off again to another ortho....but he'd assist. Huh? Now, I've never had problems with anesthesia, actually I eagerly wait for those special words...count backwards from... That meant I was on the road to recovery. As they were ready to wheel me out of that preop room they suddenly asked which anesthesia do I prefer...General or Spinal? WHAT? You're asking me now? I've never had a spinal, the general was nice and mellow. I won't write about what went down in the minute before I was unconscience but I have never been treated so horribly! They probably thought eh, she's old...she'll never remember. the next day I was in horrible pain waiting for my ride.
January 20 was my follow up when I got the bad news that the implant moved. OK doc, why did it move? They moved because you have soft, brittle bones....and then these words left his mouth 'Didn't you take care of yourself in that truck? Um no, I was too busy making sure the store shelves were stocked. He never mentioned the word 'osteoporosis'. He barely spoke to me about what was next....something about a plate as he quickly exited the room. Oh, and keep using the walker he said. I've been on a walker or a cane that I woke up with my elbow frozen at an angle and very painful.
Then a couple of weeks later I discovered his notes on this really cool app...MyChart. I have no idea who he is talking about in his notes, but it was NOT me like he said it was. I don't know what is going on at all. He wrote on January 20 I would be back in 4 weeks but haven't a peep from him. His notes also said I have severe osteoporosis...remember that. He contacted a radiology place and ordered a CT scan. when I got the results the radiologist said I had osteolysis around the implant but my bone stock looked good. Honestly, if he lied in his notes about what was said between us, can I really trust him again with my hip? Still haven't talked to him. Personally, I think he's looking for the next surgeon to pass me off to. LOL.
I'm going to start by saying 2 words....Protrusio Acetabuli. That's where my hip is at today. My story starts in January 2017 when I went to an ortho with hip pain. After some scurrying about I found myself rolling into the OR to get a brand new hip installed. It was my left hip, anterior approach THA and when I woke up I was disco dancing on my way to the bathroom! I easily walked out of the hospital the next morning (with a huge school girl crush on my surgeon, lol).
The next 4.75 years I kinda forgot about my new hip, it was wonderful....unless I was asked at a DOT physical since I was a long haul trucker.
February 2020 I had a spinal fusion (bouncing on the roads will do number on your bones! 3 months later I climbed into a new truck to work in and was greeted by a different world than the one I left not long ago.....truckers couldn't find food, couldn't find bathrooms and it was the busiest I'd ever seen....and THAT'S what a pandemic will do. End of June last year I'd had enough.....got a new passport, a new metal detector and RETIRED.
I wrote all this to let you know I was active, I had plans and I was fearless! Then, at the beginning of October I was limping, by the beginning of November it felt as though there were glass shards in my hip. I was house bound and learning everything I could by reading articles, watching webinars and lectures. I learned it was Dr Paproski who classified the different levels of damage in hips, but he also stood out in my mind for another reason. At the end of one of his lectures he looked at the audience and warns that should they be faced with such a damaged hip they should find someone else and pass it off to them, preferably to someone they dislike.
The first ortho I was refered said my hip is broken, he won't touch it and refered me to another 'specialist' who said...Wow, never seen anything like that before but I like a challenge. I went home feeling hopeful until he called and said he was passing me off again to another ortho....but he'd assist. Huh? Now, I've never had problems with anesthesia, actually I eagerly wait for those special words...count backwards from... That meant I was on the road to recovery. As they were ready to wheel me out of that preop room they suddenly asked which anesthesia do I prefer...General or Spinal? WHAT? You're asking me now? I've never had a spinal, the general was nice and mellow. I won't write about what went down in the minute before I was unconscience but I have never been treated so horribly! They probably thought eh, she's old...she'll never remember. the next day I was in horrible pain waiting for my ride.
January 20 was my follow up when I got the bad news that the implant moved. OK doc, why did it move? They moved because you have soft, brittle bones....and then these words left his mouth 'Didn't you take care of yourself in that truck? Um no, I was too busy making sure the store shelves were stocked. He never mentioned the word 'osteoporosis'. He barely spoke to me about what was next....something about a plate as he quickly exited the room. Oh, and keep using the walker he said. I've been on a walker or a cane that I woke up with my elbow frozen at an angle and very painful.
Then a couple of weeks later I discovered his notes on this really cool app...MyChart. I have no idea who he is talking about in his notes, but it was NOT me like he said it was. I don't know what is going on at all. He wrote on January 20 I would be back in 4 weeks but haven't a peep from him. His notes also said I have severe osteoporosis...remember that. He contacted a radiology place and ordered a CT scan. when I got the results the radiologist said I had osteolysis around the implant but my bone stock looked good. Honestly, if he lied in his notes about what was said between us, can I really trust him again with my hip? Still haven't talked to him. Personally, I think he's looking for the next surgeon to pass me off to. LOL.
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