After living in NYC for sixteen years, now I’m a “hipster.” I’ve joined the cool kids club, those needing a hip replacement.
After skiing hard back in February my hip started bothering me. I powered through ski season, but eventually saw a specialist. The diagnosis was bursitis, a nerve condition that requires physical therapy. I hated that bursitis sounded like an ailment for older people. After five months of PT, and a great deal of cussing, it was back to the specialist.
Now with full-blown AVN, avascular necrosis, I get to trade this hip in for a new and improved model. Nothing says young and sexy quite like a visit to the total joint center. Since the diagnosis in August, I’ve driven from my mountainside home in Park City to the Andrews Institute in Pensacola, Florida. If the AndrewsInstitute.com is good enough for top professional athletes, like Lindsey Vonn, they should be able to get me back on the Utah ski slopes!
My surgery is scheduled for Oct 24, but I’m praying for a cancellation to get in sooner. In the meantime, I’m left to contemplate and journal about the health ramifications of aging. I thought I would share my experience along this road.
My Pre-Hip Replacement Mental Stages
I can walk all around that mountainside arts festival! Sure, it took a couple of drinks and resulted in a couple of days on the sofa, but I bought some great art.
Key learning: Can does not = Should
2. Explaining Myself
It’s a sports injury and not arthritis! Way too eager to tell anyone who will listen that this condition comes from a large steroid dose last summer for a scuba diving ear infection in Papua New Guinea, or just the 100+ dives I’ve logged.
Key learning: There is no prize for needing a new hip over 50 because you are adventurous
I really appreciate your offer! I’m stunned and humbled by how many people have offered to put their life on hold to help me after surgery. The positive outcome of this so far is that I feel the love of my family and friends. BUT, I have a hard time accepting help. I somehow believe that joint replacement isn’t so bad and I might really need the help later if I have a bigger health issue.
Key learning: I am not crying wolf. Accepting help now does not mean that I won’t be offered any in the future.
I’ve always considered myself very adventurous. Facing hip replacement, the stereotypical sign of aging, has been a wake up call. Stay tuned to The Scenic Route to Happiness Blog to see how my attitude changes throughout this life transition.