Can't pretend I'm feeling the best today. I had my hospital appointment with an orthopaedic specialist. I'm not going to lie and say my condition is life-threatening, but it's pretty damn imperative I get something done about it pretty quickly. Arthritis is not something I'm dying to acquire any time soon, or indeed, ever.
It's horrible not being able to do the things I want to do. I'd walk a hundred miles if I could. I'd train for fifty marathons and I'd run them too. But I can't. Because of my freakin' femur head and its misshapen socket.
Ok, so it's not like I have cancer. It's not like I have septicaemia or HIV or malaria. I'm not schizophrenic or bipolar. Heck, I'm not even arthritic (yet). I don't even have a slight cold. So, you might think, what the hell are you making such a fuss about? Well, how would you like it? We all complain over a cold, for goodness sake. I think I'm perfectly within my rights to complain about my hip joints.
Slightly apprehensive about having major surgery next year. Maybe I'll feel better about it tomorrow.
No comments:
Post a Comment