I’ve got a bad hip. I’ve been blaming it on my bad back for almost a year now, but the reality is that I have a bad hip. Might have been aggravated by limping around with a bad back for so long, but whatever the reason, my hip is giving me a bad rap.
I’ve been going to physical therapy, and they have pretty much confirmed my worst fears. I have all the symptoms of needing a hip replacement. Just waiting on an MRI to confirm that.
Really, I said. Actually I said reeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaallllllyyyyy. I’m way too young for that. Apparently I’m not. Walking has been VERY painful for a while now. Kept thinking I pulled a groin muscle, and I limped because of that. Going grocery shopping has been brutal. Not just traversing the store, but carrying all the heavy bags up the stairs in my house.
Yep, that’s right. Stairs in my house. I live in a raised ranch. I HATE IT, always have, always will, but it is what it is.
My PT told me today that I should avoid going up the stairs, that it really aggravates my hip. Ok, so I guess I’ll just hole up here for a while with no food and no laundry and no swimming classes and no PT.
I’m going to a wedding in a few weeks and was hoping to show off my hip hop moves, along with my new repertoire of The Shake and Gangham Style. How I love my dancing! I guess that won’t be happening. I’ll have to stick to the slow stuff. In my walker.