Chris1962
junior member
- Joined
- Dec 1, 2019
- Messages
- 39
- Age
- 62
- Country
- Canada
- Gender
- Female
So grateful for this forum. I realize it is so early in my recovery - day 18. I was so crone looking before my surgery. I assumed my MS and intense hyperreflexia (upper motor neuron probs) and weakness on my THR side + hands and weak hips were what made me assume my crone posture. For the previous 4 years, I became increasingly disabled. One cane, two canes and then a four-wheeled walker. I always thought it was my MS, I did trigger point release, massage, acupuncture, strengthening exercises and attended a year ago a 6-week neuro rehab to help strengthen my weak hip muscles. I had Xrays on my back and had some moderate arthritis on my - hummm - facet joints. I did the exercises until I could not. (yes, it is not lost on me the medical team did not clue into my hip, ffs my right hip was locked up, oh well)
To deal with what I believed to be the future limitations I went every year to a tiny island in Belize. One mile by five miles. No cars, only golf carts, and bicycles. Every year for those 4 years I wheelchaired my way through the airports, arrived at my Island (Caye Caulker) and then rode my bike exclusively.
My apartment owners always put me on a ground floor until my strength improved to move to my preferred upstairs suite. I could ride a bike even though I could not walk (well a bit, like Quasimoto). My bike was parked directly at my door, I could ride anywhere, my happy hour spot, to swim, to the store to friends. I cherished my time there.
This last trip I had arrived in September, in April I agreed to house sit and mostly look after a sweet pooch in a gorgeous home. My suit was three stories up and the yard was big. I had to walk more and climb the stairs. When Roxanne returned (she has Bilateral hip replacements) she said to me Chris, (that's my name lol) you look like you have hip arthritis. I said no, I have MS.
My pain increased and I staggered my way home with two canes (and of course airport assistance). I got home in May. I thought that was my last time to a place I love, at 57 my world was getting very small. Still, I resisted the hip thing. Finally, my nurse friend barked at me to get a hip X-Ray. That was July 1st. By July 10th I was at my ortho docs and had my "ugly" hip replaced on November 27th (2019).
I woke up this morning afraid again, my groin was hurting and looked up everyone's ailments including dislocation. Then I re-read the Hip Recovery: The Guidelines (a possible tattoo for me cause I love them). I got up, padded around, made a coffee, strapped on my giant ice bag that I tie on with a purple scarf, took my pain meds at the exact correct time and yEAAAAAAA my groin pain has subsided. I am not headed back to surgery and I think I may be able to return to Belize late summer. I will take t slow and I will recover and have more precious time than I expected.
To deal with what I believed to be the future limitations I went every year to a tiny island in Belize. One mile by five miles. No cars, only golf carts, and bicycles. Every year for those 4 years I wheelchaired my way through the airports, arrived at my Island (Caye Caulker) and then rode my bike exclusively.
My apartment owners always put me on a ground floor until my strength improved to move to my preferred upstairs suite. I could ride a bike even though I could not walk (well a bit, like Quasimoto). My bike was parked directly at my door, I could ride anywhere, my happy hour spot, to swim, to the store to friends. I cherished my time there.
This last trip I had arrived in September, in April I agreed to house sit and mostly look after a sweet pooch in a gorgeous home. My suit was three stories up and the yard was big. I had to walk more and climb the stairs. When Roxanne returned (she has Bilateral hip replacements) she said to me Chris, (that's my name lol) you look like you have hip arthritis. I said no, I have MS.
My pain increased and I staggered my way home with two canes (and of course airport assistance). I got home in May. I thought that was my last time to a place I love, at 57 my world was getting very small. Still, I resisted the hip thing. Finally, my nurse friend barked at me to get a hip X-Ray. That was July 1st. By July 10th I was at my ortho docs and had my "ugly" hip replaced on November 27th (2019).
I woke up this morning afraid again, my groin was hurting and looked up everyone's ailments including dislocation. Then I re-read the Hip Recovery: The Guidelines (a possible tattoo for me cause I love them). I got up, padded around, made a coffee, strapped on my giant ice bag that I tie on with a purple scarf, took my pain meds at the exact correct time and yEAAAAAAA my groin pain has subsided. I am not headed back to surgery and I think I may be able to return to Belize late summer. I will take t slow and I will recover and have more precious time than I expected.