Thank you Google (or not)

"When your legs don't work like they used to before,
And I can't sweep you off of your feet."

I was folding washing when our Google Home played this song. I asked the Google to “play some music like this song”. The Google replied, “Here’s a Spotify playlist called ‘ Sad Songs’.”  Hmmm, I didn’t know my music taste was that depressing. Thanks Google…

It’s been 7 years since I started writing insteadofanemail as a lonely, intellectually-starved teacher in Dongara. Apparently seven-year cycles are a thing, so it makes sense to start something new in 2018. Inspired by Ed Sheeran. Not meant to be sad. Ok, it’s likely that some of it will be sad (writing is cathartic) – but also hopeful, nostalgic, ambitious, funny, informative and more.

The legs. My legs. They definitely don’t work like they used to. On 13 September 2017, I was diagnosed with osteoarthritis in both hips. That’s the thing that your grandma has, or maybe your mum. Definitely not your now-32-year-old friend. That friend who used to teach fitness classes in her 20’s and dance until dawn at nightclubs, the one who still does a lot of yoga, weight-training and cycling. She’s strong and flexible, isn’t she?

Sometimes your ego gets smacked about with a dose of reality. 

One Friday evening I was snuggled up on the couch with my boyfriend, watching some kind of highly emotional TV show. It may or may not have been The Bachelorette finale. I got up off the couch once Stu had officially won Sophie Monk’s heart and OUCH!!! I couldn’t put any weight on my left leg without searing pain radiating through my hip and leg. With Ken’s help, I made it into bed after taking some anti-inflammatories and barely slept. In the morning the leg was still not going to hold any weight. After an emergency trip to the miracle-worker and a few needles in my bum, I could walk again without hobbling.

It wasn’t until a routine GP appointment that Friday – the pain had subsided slightly during the week thanks to another physio visit – that I wondered if the acute pain may have been indicative of something else. I mean, it had been a pretty stressful few weeks at work and Ken had only moved in with me five weeks beforehand but… I was sent for some x-rays by the GP.

The call you never want to receive occurred just as I started work; “Dr Weir would like to make an urgent appointment with you. Can you come in this afternoon?” Sure, ummm ok. I spent the afternoon Googling ‘abnormal hip x-ray’ (note to self: never do this again). Ken and I fronted up at 4pm to the doctors surgery. We were ushered in, the doctor sat down, turned to us and said, “You have osteoarthritis.” Cue tears. Lots of tears. Thank goodness Kenny was there because someone had to remember what the GP said… though to me the most shocking thing was when I asked if it would affect pregnancy (LONG TERM THINKING). She replied, “Well, you’re so small that they’d probably do a c-section on you anyway.” WHAT?!

And that’s the kicker. That something could affect not only the Emma I’d outgrown, but also the Emma I’m slowly growing into. My hips are central to my idea of self.

My hips were an asset when I was nannying as a 17 year-old in Boston, carrying a child on each side around the house as the snow poured down outside. My hips swayed just enough to make the boys glance in first year university, I always did like walking away. And in the evenings, my wing-woman and I danced our little bottoms off at clubs (Clubba, Red Sea and Clubba) until dawn broke. Or we left early and our hips got a different kind of workout that evening. My hips held me strong when I completed my BodyBalance training at 20, equally keen and nervous to teach a group of gym-goers yoga. When in Auckland and doing 5+ dance classes a week, the movement of my hips set me free from the mental chaos of my job. My job where I wore pencil skirts that hugged the curve of my hips, with sky-high heels that contorted my posture something wicked.

Well, I don’t bother with pencil skirts anymore, nor sky-high heels because frankly both  inhibit freedom of movement and also, there’s no one want I want to sleep with at work. I’m very happy in my relationship and my job. Things have changed.

The one thing that is the same however, is this comment made to me back in 2010; “Gee, you really don’t let the grass grow under you!” Right now that’s not by choice, I literally can’t sit down for long periods without discomfort. Ha ha ha.

The grass grows whichever side of the fence you water regularly, tend lovingly and respond appropriately to the environmental conditions. My environment in 2018 is vastly different to what it was 10, 5 or even 3 years ago – aside from the old lady hips, the biggest difference is that I’m in love (more on that later).

Within the next month we will determine, with the help of the orthopaedic surgeon, when I will get a hip replacement. Major elective surgery, I guess? In my mind, what’s more major is the mental transition from the Emma described above to the Emma who… I’m not sure yet. That’s what this blog is for: finding out.

I can’t wait to get into gardening and golf!!!

One thought on “Thank you Google (or not)

  1. Oh hun, such a well written blog post. I’m sorry this is happening to you. Especially when (and I can relate to this) you’ve done everything right in terms of health and exercise in the past which should be paying off right now. Sometimes life hits you with stuff you cannot ignore but you’re a strong woman so you can make it through this. Hang in there!

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