So, I saw Dr. S this morning, all a-worried because I had pretty much convinced myself that I would be enduring yet another hip replacement. Ha! Tis to laugh! Dr S took x-rays and proudly announced that my hip looked so good it should be in textbooks. “The Best Most Expensive Hip Ever! Fantastic!” he announced. My issues? The pain and popping sensations when I turned or bent? Bursitis, plain and simple. Who ever thought one would be cheered so mightily with a diagnoses of bursitis? “Take some Aleve, do a few of these exercises, in a couple of weeks you’ll be right as rain.”
So…NO huge surgery to wreck my hopes of being a Victoria’s Secret model. NO six weeks of relying on everyone else to do things not the way I want them done. NO using the porta-pot with the raised seat and suffering the embarrassment of having a toilet next to the bed and having to get help onto it. NO dealing with an attorney and a lawsuit and such aggravation. Just 2 weeks (maybe 3) of treating myself gently. I am fairly sure the recovery will go fine with the addition of fine chocolates and that new bottle of ginger infused vodka in the freezer. In fact, I am extremely sure.