osteopoto
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Hi everyone. Came to this forum on the advice of the folks over at Reddit, and really happy they recommended it.
My THA is scheduled for Oct 4th, and I'm scared out of my noodle. I got my diagnosis of "severe OA" five years ago at the age of 39, and the doc I saw said flat out, "come back when you're in pain and we'll do steroid shots, and then we'll do a hip replacement". That was...not what I wanted to hear. No major injuries or any real reason for it (it's actually in both hips but the left's the one that gave up the ghost first) - working theory is bad genes coupled with dance team in the 90s with lots of knee slams and jump splits damaged the cartilage way back then and it was only a matter of time.
I've spent the last five years doing Lots of Things and feeling aggravated at the lack of mobility and the zaps I get when I move the wrong way, but it's really gotten worse over the last year. My left knee joined the pain party, and I was diagnosed with patellofemoral pain syndrome and patellofemoral arthritis and told to do leg lifts to strengthen my quad muscles. While I'd love to say I have uber quads and can now crush watermelons with my legs, sadly that is not the case. Maybe after my surgery?
Doc's doing an anterior approach, but since it's late in the afternoon I have to stay overnight at the surgery center (my insurance won't cover the hospital). Never stayed overnight, never broken a bone, never had a major surgery...and while all of that is anxiety-provoking, the aftermath has me far more stressed.
The whole "it could be a few weeks, it could be months" ambiguity does not work for me. And to be honest, I'm confronting a lifetime of ableism with the idea that I could potentially *not* be able after this surgery, but if I don't have the surgery I will *definitely* not be able. It's not like the US is set up to support people with disabilities. Heck, I blinged out my cane partially for fun, but also so that people driving can see me when I'm walking and hopefully don't hit me. This is just such a mixed bag of physical, emotional, mental stress, it's unreal. It gets better, right?
My THA is scheduled for Oct 4th, and I'm scared out of my noodle. I got my diagnosis of "severe OA" five years ago at the age of 39, and the doc I saw said flat out, "come back when you're in pain and we'll do steroid shots, and then we'll do a hip replacement". That was...not what I wanted to hear. No major injuries or any real reason for it (it's actually in both hips but the left's the one that gave up the ghost first) - working theory is bad genes coupled with dance team in the 90s with lots of knee slams and jump splits damaged the cartilage way back then and it was only a matter of time.
I've spent the last five years doing Lots of Things and feeling aggravated at the lack of mobility and the zaps I get when I move the wrong way, but it's really gotten worse over the last year. My left knee joined the pain party, and I was diagnosed with patellofemoral pain syndrome and patellofemoral arthritis and told to do leg lifts to strengthen my quad muscles. While I'd love to say I have uber quads and can now crush watermelons with my legs, sadly that is not the case. Maybe after my surgery?
Doc's doing an anterior approach, but since it's late in the afternoon I have to stay overnight at the surgery center (my insurance won't cover the hospital). Never stayed overnight, never broken a bone, never had a major surgery...and while all of that is anxiety-provoking, the aftermath has me far more stressed.
The whole "it could be a few weeks, it could be months" ambiguity does not work for me. And to be honest, I'm confronting a lifetime of ableism with the idea that I could potentially *not* be able after this surgery, but if I don't have the surgery I will *definitely* not be able. It's not like the US is set up to support people with disabilities. Heck, I blinged out my cane partially for fun, but also so that people driving can see me when I'm walking and hopefully don't hit me. This is just such a mixed bag of physical, emotional, mental stress, it's unreal. It gets better, right?