I've sort of decided to lay low a bit until I get my surgery date. Although I've been extremely grateful for the words of comfort and reassurance from you all, I also dwell too much on the negative experiences of some, and I've got myself into such a state over the possible infections, dislocations, tronchitises (or whatever the plural is!), stem loosenings, revisions, fractures, etc., etc., - (my offspring are always on at me not to worry about everything I read in the paper, for example - I was worrying about antibiotics becoming useless in the near future, so what happens if I get an infection in my hip further down the line ...) - that every day my hip eases up (like this weekend) I convince myself that I'd be better sticking with my faulty one than risking an alien implant. Batty, I know, but not good for my nerves (or my husband's). I find it all fascinating, but not when I know I'm soon to be on the receiving end!