Some bloggers have been asking about my hip. I thought I would answer the questions in one of those all-in-one posts and tell you what’s happening and what I am doing about it.
It’s just arthritis coupled with a cyst or two and a bone spur. The damage is all in the leg that had drastically reduced blood flow for years…if that contributed to the arthritis. Nothing is bad enough for replacement yet, but I am limited in my use of painkillers because of my idiosyncratic response to them.
What am I doing about that irritating leg? I leap into the pool every morning, grudgingly of course, at 0730. While most of the lovely ladies and a few gentlemen in the pool with me jump up and down in the shallow end, I dangle in the deep end on one of those noodle thingys. I do almost everything they do except pound my legs into the bottom of the pool. They work out for a full hour. I do half an hour in the big pool, and then I move over to the hot tub and do fifteen minutes of stretches and more stretches in the warmth. I can usually almost leap out of the hot tub.
Yes, I lie a bit.
The rest of the day I try to keep it quiet and well mannered. I elevate the bad leg to keep the swelling from the damaged lymph glands at a minimum. I get up and down often as those simple movements keep me moving, and I take a gel seating pad with me to any and all functions. Hmmmm...maybe not to the upscale one tonight.
That photo was taken the year of the flood in OB. I was bailing….the garage was under water. The waater reached that top step that’s why the sand bags. It was 1983…the year I met the Geester. It turned out that my cottage, yes that’s a single wall, Sears pre-fab, was two inches higher than all the other cottages. My car was too….every other neighbor lost everything.
Yes, I was skinny and healthy those years as I spent up to eight hours a day in the pool. It’s the leg on my right.
That shot they gave me in my hip this time worked. The previous shot didn’t work. I flashed back to being twenty again and invincible. No wonder kids think they will live forever. Not one ache and pain was there to bother me. After a week or so, it began wearing off and I’m human again.
I dreamed last night that we moved back into that cottage. Nothing we owned fit anymore.