I went to an orthopedic appointment a few weeks ago. My mom accompanied me, and sat quietly with me as we waited for the guy to arrive. When the doctor entered, we said our introductions and la dee dah sort of things. Then he laid in on the situation.
Point blank, he tells me I'me going to need a hip replacement. Uh what. Back the old lady train up. After a few seconds of panic, I heard him backtrack and explain he only meant down the line when I'm older. I guess this guy is still after the gold star for bedside manner, because he obviously hasn't earned it yet. He and I went back and forth about what to do now, physical therapy, resting and footwear. The appointment turned out okay, but the start was a shock to the system.
I have been diagnosed with hip dysplasia. I've always had it, apparently. Only now, after going too hard at my new workout regime, it has surfaced as a problem. It is a painful, grumpy problem! . I'm still pretty bummed. I've done some PT now, and it hurts. I'm fearful of my future. I don't really know what to expect. Will I feel confident running ever again? Will I be able to wear heels? Will I always have a limpy walk? I'm just so annoyed right now by all the unknowns.
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