Well, maybe not my hip, but my crappy consultant. You know: the one who showers in Daily Fail and walks out on his patients when they’re mid-sentence answering his questions. The one who ignores your partner/spouse/relative/carer and talks to you as though he’s addressing a toddler. Oh. Did I not talk about him in detail … More Hips *DO* Lie, After All!
I had my CT scan a week ago, and we trundled back to hospital on Monday for the results and a plan of action. Except I didn’t get to see my lovely, laid-back surgeon; I got stuck with his boss – the one that I disliked on sight when he came to my bedside in … More Hip-Cracking Misery, And Bad Bedside Manners
So, it’s been confirmed. You all knew it, I knew it, and now I have the proof in an x-ray picture. I need further – and fairly extensive – surgery. The neck of my left femur has collapsed – most likely due to osteoporosis. This has caused the cannualated screws to come loose so that … More The Hippy Hippy Breaks
Things are still not right in my hip, and as yet nobody knows why. I was sent for an urgent x-ray two weeks ago and the results are still not in; I’ve called my surgery today and begged them to chase it up. I’m also being referred back to my surgeon, who discharged me months … More Hip Update, Part The… I’ve Lost Count
My bruises have gone, and my scar is all but healed. However, things are still Quite A Bit Wrong, and seemingly not improving. Things are not supposed to click, crunch or ping when I stand up; things shouldn’t feel as though they’re moving around inside there when I move. I really shouldn’t still be wheelchair-bound … More Hips Don’t Lie, And Other Stories
I shan’t divulge his name because I’m too professional for that and I’m not mean, but I didn’t like the head of physio from the moment I saw him after my hip operation. He extended his hand for me to shake, and it was like clutching limp, soggy lettuce – and I never trust such … More Why I Hated The Physio Guy, And What I Should Have Said To Him