I started experiencing pain about three years ago. And I began limping and it got worse and worse, and people kept saying, “You really should go get your hip looked at, you might need it replaced,” and I was stubborn and the pain got worse and I just learned to live with it.
I was very limited in activities. I couldn’t bowl anymore, I couldn’t ride anymore, I couldn’t go dancing; I did just what I had to do to get by each day – get out of bed, go to work, and then go home. I was having so much pain I was growly, I was moody. I work on my feet all day. I was very short-tempered at home; I was probably that way at work. I had no quality of life. I was watching people do things, and have fun and laugh and walk and I couldn’t really walk. And one day I got this idea, well I’ll just get a cane and my daughter said, “No, my mom’s not walking with a cane.”
And so I decided to make an appointment and see my doctor. She told me I would probably need my hip replaced and that she was going to refer me to an orthopedic surgeon.
The following week, I went to see my doctor and he X-rayed me – the surgeon did – and came back in and said, “What are you doing next Tuesday?” And I darn near fell out of my chair. I said, “Are you serious?” and he said, “What are you doing next Tuesday? I’d really like to replace your hip.” And so I said, “Well don’t I need an MRI? Don’t we have to do some tests? Don’t we need like a month or two to prepare for this?” And he said, “What do I need that for? I’m looking at your X-ray. You are totally bone on bone; you have no cartilage left whatsoever.”
When the doctor told me I needed my hip replaced, I felt relieved. I felt…I actually cried because I knew I’d get quality of life back.
After my surgery, I woke up. I felt great. I didn’t feel groggy or depressed. I just was so happy, I think just knowing what had been done with my hip was just an overall great feeling.
About an hour and a half after my surgery, I got up and made my bed cause my sheets got messy and I don’t like that so I was trying to straighten up my bed, and my friend came to visit me and thought she was in the wrong room because she saw me standing up.
After I came home from the hospital, I believe it was only two days later I had a physical therapist that they set me up with. Without the exercises that the physical therapist gives to me, I wouldn’t have been able to raise my leg at all. I had to strengthen it slowly based on what he was having me do. Just being able to walk, I walk around work. I mean, I have no limitations. I have to push myself and see what my abilities are. It’s up to me.
I got hit by a wave in New Jersey last week. That hurt! But it shoved my hip in a direction that it hasn’t done yet. A little while later I got hit by another wave. It didn’t hurt as bad. I think I’m going to experience a little bit of pain. I may not experience a little bit of pain. But if I do, it’s ok because I know why. I understand it – it’s a pain I understand.
My future is awesome. Having this done to my hip was…it just opens the door to the things I forgot that I used to do. I can do anything I want now. Anything.