Sometimes despite you doing all the ‘right’ things, shit happens. When I was 16 or so, I coined my own platitude; “Shit happens so turn it into manure and grow.” Totally daggy and wildly optimistic, yep.
I am having a hip replacement in April. Despite doing all the ‘right’ things to take care of my health for most of my life. But this isn’t intended to be a poor me, poor me post because self-pity isn’t my style (whereas self-aggrandisement, guilty as charged).
A visit to the ‘second opinion’ surgeon occurred on Friday afternoon. This surgeon had been recommended by Ken’s sister, a physiotherapist, who had seen him present on hip preservation techniques. A bit of background research – LinkedIn is my new favourite
stalkerbook social media – uncovered that he was a dual Australian Olympian whose patients included many athletes and young people. No more gardening and golf for me!
I completed an online questionnaire prior to the appointment, scoring my pain and how much the arthritis inhibits daily activity (housework, commuting, work and even sex – yes, a fair bit). We walked in and went through the pleasantries before the cracker; “Your hips are terrible! I’m really surprised you’re not in more pain than you are.”
Mate. Maaaaate. Thanks. I reckon it’s partially because I’ve made many life modifications (and kept up the good habits) to manage the pain…
- Yoga regularly #yogaeverydamnday
- Reformer pilates weekly
- Physio visits monthly
- Remedial massage monthly
- Buying a new mattress
- Foam rolling and self myofascial release every gym session
- Giving up running C25K and taking up swimming instead, plus abstaining from my much-loved (high impact) BodyJam dance classes
- Glucosamine, fish oil and magnesium supplements daily
- Weight training at least 3 x per week, for better glute activation
- Getting a new office chair
- Sleeping 7.5-8 hours every night
- Not sitting for more than 30 minutes at a time at work
- Buying a new bike with less hip flexion and cycling shorter distances
- Eating a healthy diet (hell, I used to teach this stuff to parents for a living!)
- Journalling every night before bed
- Returning to meditating regularly
The list goes on. I was doing all the right things – apart from maybe the glass of wine or G&T consumed most nights, but never to excess.
A colleague recently described me as, “a walking, talking Wholefoods store”. That description will possibly be more apt in mid-April, given I will soon have a portion of the cookware section (ceramic) inside my body.
You can plan your life away to finite detail but sometimes, shit happens. You get made redundant, your girlfriend breaks up with you, your mother gets cancer. That’s life. Shit happens no matter how hard we try to control all the variables.
I am turning this into manure as best I can. Sure, there’s bad days where I’m grumpy/sad/angry/frustrated but on the plus side, think of the longterm PERSONAL GROWTH Emma! Or that’s what I tell myself when the pain gets a bit much.
Slow, methodical and committed has never really been my style yet come rehab and recovery time, it will have to be. Then again, that’s what personal growth is I guess – challenging long-held patterns. In a way, it’s growing up.