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Meggzie
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<insert all the bad swear words here > I have had a little something of a setback on Friday. I was riding, everything was fine...and then everything wasn't. Spud got a fright and spun around unexpectedly, depositing me on the ground directly onto my new hip.
I had a lovely ride in an ambulance to the local hospital where X-rays showed up a spiral fracture of my femur that extended into the cement holding the stem of my new hip in place.
So now I've been transferred to a bigger hospital and I'm scheduled for revision surgery today with a new, longer stem, a plate and cables to hold it all together. My original OS isn't available, but one of his partners, also a primary and revision hip specialist will be doing the surgery. I'm sad, angry, depressed and feeling a bit defeated. I'm in constant tears, just can't seem to stop crying. I'm starting to wonder if it's time to give up horses, but at the same time understand that horses are the reason I get up every day. There's a yawning, empty cavern extending out in front of me - no idea what else I will do - nothing else interests me. Maybe I'm getting a bit ahead of myself here, but im feeling wretched, and the pain and drugs aren't helping. I hope with every fibre of my being that post op pain will be easier to deal with than the fracture pain - I'm in traction, so I'm literally tied to my bed.
The lady in the bed next to me is a life sucking force. She had a fall and has had her hip pinned two weeks ago. All I hear from her side of the curtain is relentless negativity....it's too hard....I can't get up....but I won't use a bed pan....the food is dreadful, take it away...shut that curtain....why is the light on....I don't like It....hurry up, why doesn't anyone help me, I pressed the button a nanosecond ago! The nurses have all had enough of her, I most certainly have too. My hallmark positivity has been sucked into her black hole of negativity. The only ray of light is that she's moving to a rehab centre tomorrow. If she's still whining when I get back to the room post op, I will not be responsible for telling her to shut her whiney mouth and just get on with it! Not very compassionate of me, I know, but there it is.
So, I get to do recovery over, probably non weight bearing for six weeks with every restriction in the book. Wow, happy new year........
I had a lovely ride in an ambulance to the local hospital where X-rays showed up a spiral fracture of my femur that extended into the cement holding the stem of my new hip in place.
So now I've been transferred to a bigger hospital and I'm scheduled for revision surgery today with a new, longer stem, a plate and cables to hold it all together. My original OS isn't available, but one of his partners, also a primary and revision hip specialist will be doing the surgery. I'm sad, angry, depressed and feeling a bit defeated. I'm in constant tears, just can't seem to stop crying. I'm starting to wonder if it's time to give up horses, but at the same time understand that horses are the reason I get up every day. There's a yawning, empty cavern extending out in front of me - no idea what else I will do - nothing else interests me. Maybe I'm getting a bit ahead of myself here, but im feeling wretched, and the pain and drugs aren't helping. I hope with every fibre of my being that post op pain will be easier to deal with than the fracture pain - I'm in traction, so I'm literally tied to my bed.
The lady in the bed next to me is a life sucking force. She had a fall and has had her hip pinned two weeks ago. All I hear from her side of the curtain is relentless negativity....it's too hard....I can't get up....but I won't use a bed pan....the food is dreadful, take it away...shut that curtain....why is the light on....I don't like It....hurry up, why doesn't anyone help me, I pressed the button a nanosecond ago! The nurses have all had enough of her, I most certainly have too. My hallmark positivity has been sucked into her black hole of negativity. The only ray of light is that she's moving to a rehab centre tomorrow. If she's still whining when I get back to the room post op, I will not be responsible for telling her to shut her whiney mouth and just get on with it! Not very compassionate of me, I know, but there it is.
So, I get to do recovery over, probably non weight bearing for six weeks with every restriction in the book. Wow, happy new year........
Quite funny really, they told me not to lift anything heavier than a TV remote for a few weeks, then watched me struggle down the corridor with my overnight bag and enormous bunch of flowers (youngest son, doesn't matter the length of the stay... hospital=flowers!) and never offered so much as a hand to press the lift button 
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Shame you didn't end up in a private room (I must have been lucky as I was admitted through Emergency when I fell in Feb, had the room next to the one I was eventually in for the THR) I thought it was standard practice for orthopedics, but I'll take "lucky" - it doesn't happen that often for me
My stem is long too, but that's because of the AVN... they needed "living" bone for the stem to fit into so that it would ossify - and my "living" bone was "living" a fair way down my leg 
