I should post sooner, but I have been a little upset about the news I got from my new orthopedic surgeon this week. I am officially diagnosed with having a torn labrum on one of my hip joint. In some ways, I am relieved to finally have someone believe that the pain I have been feeling for the last few years are real.
When my back stopped hurting from my car accident, the doctors were no longer interested with my complaints about hip pain when my first MRI and x-ray showed that there is nothing wrong with my hip. I even started believing that it might be from muscle imbalance or something I did from my workouts. My first orthopedic surgeon basically told me to try one round of physical therapy and take Advil for my hip pain.
So here I am three years later still trying to figure out what to do. The tear is small enough that my doctor does not want to trim the labrum. He does not think that it is worth the risk of surgery and months of rehab for a potential promise that my hip will get better. Overall, he thinks my hip joint is in good shape and he does not want to mess with it. I have read enough stories on the internet to know that some people do not end up with any relief from a torn labrum post-surgery. And the fact that I am trying to get pregnant adds a new twist to this drama.
I do not want surgery on my hip. I do not want to go through the frustrations of rehab again. You always think that you are spending too much time shuffling along when your mind already sees you racing ahead. And I am tired of pain and tears.
So in reality, there is not much I can do about my torn labrum. I just need to keep exercising and eating healthy. Sometimes I go for weeks without feeling a lot of pain, but sometimes, especially the week before my period (I wonder if pain intensify with the drop in estrogen in my body), I just feel so discourage. What is the point of trying so hard to exercise and strengthen my body when it is not doing its part?
It is easy to just let myself go and give myself pity parties filled with ice cream and cakes. The only reason why I don’t is because I am lucky to be alive today. Life is worth the inconvenience of icing, heat pads, exercise, and the occasional bottle of Advil. Instead of stuffing my face like I would have done a few years ago, here is my pity party on the internet. I will be fine tomorrow.
Until next time and thanks for stopping by Small Steps to Health.
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