Today I have a doctors appointment.
An appointment that has been avoided, cancelled, rescheduled, and ignored.
To preface:
I have serious issues with my hips. I have for a long time. At 16 I went to the doctor for the first time. He told me there was nothing wrong me. Perhaps it was growing pain, perhaps i had hurt a muscle in some strange way. I was told it would pass and referred to a physical therapist. The physical therapist told me something completely different, uneven hips.
Recently I've been told I had a groin pull and that was my problem. Really? An 8 year long groin pull?
Since pregnancy my hips have gotten exponentially worse. I can't sleep because laying in one position hurts. Sitting on the floor is not an option. I can't even put on my own socks...
This is my center of gravity and its fucked.
I'm scared. Scared there will be something awful, something that could have been fixed at 16.
I am considerately more scared that there will be absolutely nothing. And I will either have to suffer or live on pain management.
Then there is the prospect of surgery, therapy, braces, ect...
To much to list really. Luckily Hubs works for on of the top orthopedic surgeons in the country. In his office are about a dozen more orthopedists. I certainly have options...
An appointment that has been avoided, cancelled, rescheduled, and ignored.
To preface:
I have serious issues with my hips. I have for a long time. At 16 I went to the doctor for the first time. He told me there was nothing wrong me. Perhaps it was growing pain, perhaps i had hurt a muscle in some strange way. I was told it would pass and referred to a physical therapist. The physical therapist told me something completely different, uneven hips.
Recently I've been told I had a groin pull and that was my problem. Really? An 8 year long groin pull?
Since pregnancy my hips have gotten exponentially worse. I can't sleep because laying in one position hurts. Sitting on the floor is not an option. I can't even put on my own socks...
This is my center of gravity and its fucked.
I'm scared. Scared there will be something awful, something that could have been fixed at 16.
I am considerately more scared that there will be absolutely nothing. And I will either have to suffer or live on pain management.
Then there is the prospect of surgery, therapy, braces, ect...
To much to list really. Luckily Hubs works for on of the top orthopedic surgeons in the country. In his office are about a dozen more orthopedists. I certainly have options...
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