If this hadn’t happened to me, I never would have believed it. But it has happened, so here I am to tell you all about it.
Last night I forgot that I’m not able to walk in the way that I’m accustomed to. I went for a wee, and then I walked back to the bedroom too quickly – causing my left leg to collapse out from underneath me, sending me crashing to the floor. Fearing that I may have had a seizure (which I actually might have done, but neither of us know) Dom came racing upstairs to assess me. I was in pain and not sure if I’d caused further damage or not, so he called 111 – and was advised to take me to A&E.
I wasn’t deemed an emergency, as I didn’t have an acute or serious injury, unlike last time, when I was transported to triage via ambulance. So I had to sit in A&E for a couple of hours with Dom. Fortunately, I had Billy Idol’s autobiography to read. I’ve been a fan of his since White Wedding, and I share my birthday with him (although I am obviously considerably younger). I learned a lot about him last night, and still have plenty more of the book to read!
After a few hours I was seen, and sent for an x-ray to see what damage I might have done. I was fully expecting to have to be kept in, with just Billy Idol for company.
Instead, I had shock news.
My hip has finally mended!
When I fell, I just made my metalwork sing rather loudly, and did no harm to myself. I genuinely thought that my fracture hadn’t mended, as that’s what my last x-ray showed us – but since then it’s knitted into full union. I did apologise for wasting the doctor’s time, but he reassured me that I’d done the right thing, as a hip patient, by coming in to get checked over.
So; I’m a Cyberwoman, but I’m a healed Cyberwoman. I have the option to have the screws taken out, but I’ve been told – ever since I broke my hip – that I’ll need a full replacement when I’m older. So why have two operations when I only really need one? Yep, the screws are staying, and that is my choice. They’re not exactly comfortable, but they did their job and I won’t allow any surgeon to open me up again until they absolutely have to.
For now, I need to start working on my atrophied leg muscles. I’m pretty sure that’s more important than having the metal that saved my hip taken out.
And, since Billy Idol unknowingly helped me through last night, here’s one of my favourite Idol tracks.