In the beginning there were hips and they were good

After stumbling on to a few blogs about hip dysplasia yesterday, I decided to create my own. Not sure anyone will ever read this but I need something.

It was roughly 5 days ago when I met with a hip surgeon who laid the bad news on me about my hips.

About my hips…I’ve joked about them for years. I suggested they be assigned SSNs so I can claim them as dependents on my taxes. I take the hourglass shape to another level.  I’m one of those unfortunate women who always has to get the waist in her pants taken in or safety pinned because the size difference between waist and hips is that much.

But that’s who I am and that’s how I’m shaped and be that as it may, that’s that. On the plus side, men who like round hippy women always hit on me. On the down side, that populace is smaller than it should be (IMHO).

Now I’m rambling.  About 7 years ago I woke up on my dads birthday and thought I was going to die my back hurt so badly. Went to my doctor who sent me for an emergency MRI. The MRI revealed compressed discs, a mild bilding disc or so and narrowing of my spine.  Nothing too bad. Nothing that would paralyze me…at least not then.

So he precribed a muscle relaxer (unnecessary) and naproxen and suggested I see a specialist.  The pain passed mostly and my life moved on.

About 4 years ago I realized I’d begun limping. A friend mentioned it but I’d grown so accustomed I didn’t realize it. the pain had surged back and I was taking aleve or motrin to help, which it didn’t but I figured if nothing else it would help for anti-inflammatory purposes.

I did the Autism Walk with my family and some friends in November and my dad who loves to take the absolute most unflattering pictures and videos of me posted some no facebook.  A guy I once dated sent me a text about a video I was tagged in. Hadn’t even seen it, but when I looked at it, I was mortified, And I do mean mortified.

First, I had no idea my hips and ass were that large! I suffer from some kind of body issues where I think I’m a size 2.  but clearly am not even close (ahem, the actual number doesn’t need to be written). Second I had no idea I was limp/waddling.  I’m not ever sure ‘mortified’ is a good enough word.

Went to see my GP and he wrote a consult for a spine doctor.  So off to see a doctor with my years-old MRI and of course, first thing he did was send me for a new one.

With those results, there was slightly more damage than previous. I explained the pain was dynamic, that I felt it in my lower back, buttocks, groin, legs etc.

And then he transferred me to another doctor for treatment and I began getting epidurals with little result. Sometimes they would work for a few weeks, but generally not.  I was prescribed something for pain, which helped sometimes. But anyone with chronic pain knows if you can’t stay ahead of the pain…then you’re out of luck.

The final straw for me with this doctor and orthopedic clinic was when he wanted to do a nerve burn, but he had never tested my nerves.  Which, was pretty unnerving.  So, I cancelled my next appointment and epidural and made an appointment with a new clinic (which, oddly happened to be not only in th same building but on th same floor.  Awkward.).

OK going to end this now, I’ll continue the legend of my hips later. I’ve been putting off leaving my desk to go to the bathroom because it’s a super bad pain day. Blah.

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About limpalongwithme

Quasi geek, social butterfly, information sponge, lover of spas and I spend my days dealing with major chronic back and hip pain. Recently diagnosed with dysplastic hips as a grown woman and I need a place to talk about it as I try to move forward.
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