There's is a steady dripping of water somewhere hitting something hard outside of my living room window.
How do I know? Because I have listened to it pounding away all day.
Why you say? Because I have been lounging on my SOFA most of the day, oh, and yesterday, too.
You would think that after my 'too many to count' days of lying on the
sofa with headaches/post surgery recovery, etc, that I might be none too
happy to be here again.
And you would be right.
About three weeks ago, I had this nasty groin pain. I had trouble lifting my leg up to get it in the car.
I tolerated it for a bit, then decided to go to my orthopedic doc, to be sure it wasn't my hip.
They xrayed my hip, and said it was fine. Must be a muscle pull. Go to
Physical Therapy. Come back in three weeks. I was quite relieved.
Well, that all sounded good. But as I now know, it was pie in the sky. You would think I would know better by now.
Saturday night, I went to pop up off the SOFA, only to find that bearing
weight on my left leg felt like stepping on a live electrical wire,
that sent a jolt all the way to my groin, and around to my hip.
Mother of God.
I could not walk a step without help.
I don't know what's worse: the pain, or the not knowing what is wrong.
I suffered all night, unable to sleep, unable to find one position that
did not cause these incredible spasms. On Sunday, I couldn't get off
the couch without a cane in one hand, and DH on the other.
Finally, by 3pm, I concurred with my #1 daughter and my friend SUE, who had adamantly ordered me to the ER.
So I went. Getting to the car was a trick, but once there, thankfully they had a wheel chair.
FIVE hours later, I was discharged home, on steroids, with the knowledge
that my hip was NOT fine, at all. It was highly inflamed, with fluid
on it, arthritic, and had plenty of cause to be unhappy.
Now I know. Overuse, the doctor said.
One thing I have learned as I have gotten OLDER. You just never know what to expect.
Not that you did when you were younger. Of course, you didn't know what to expect then either.
One thing is that when you are younger, you are fairly oblivious, one of
the perks of being young. The other difference is that when you are
OLDER, there are so many more likely scenarios. Your body changes.
This doesn't work.
This wears out.
This needs work.
And on and on.
I hate to say it, but as soon as the doctor said OVERUSE, I saw my beautiful AVL clearly.
I felt a stabbing pain, but not in my hip this time.
Could it be? There are two treadles, one up, one down, and you have to use them both.
I get going pretty fast, no telling how many times a minute my hips are lifting my legs up then down.
I can't imagine how many times in an hour? two? three?
And how many in a whole day? two?
I can't imagine parting with this loom.
I can't imagine living with this pain for long.
That's what getting older is about. Changes, Decisions. Lots of them.