Surgery was a success!
The plan was to pin what is left of the labrum and shave some of the neck of the femur bone and cup of the pelvic bone. Alas, a little more reconstruction was needed and a got a cadaver's hamstring tendon transplant in place of a labrum. They also injected Platelet Rich Plasma in to my hip socket to promote healing. I'm really excited about this.
The day before surgery got really frantic. I still had to work and had my pre-op appointment where they informed me of exactly what they will be doing and answered any questions I may have had. "I live on the third floor. I do not have an elevator. Is that going to be a problem?" "Nah, you'll be fine. Just use your crutches." 'Great!', I thought. "I heard someone should be around with me for the first 48 hours. Is that true?" "Yes." Cool. "Any other questions?" I couldn't think of any.
They gave me a prescription for anti inflammatories, antibiotics and oxycodone (big fat grinning emoticon goes here) to fill before the end of the day, ready to take when I get home from surgery the next day and sent me downstairs to get fitted for all my medical equipment. Downstairs, I was fitted for my fancy crutches, hip brace, sleep time boots, discussed the ice machine coming home and stationary bicycle thingy. All these details to absorb and take care of while working and mentally preparing myself to go under was a little overwhelming. My father answered my phone calls with a smile in his tone every two minutes as I was headed in to work, 'remember this...''remember that...''i will need this...''...and that...' Total support. I cam home to tell my neighbors/friends that this will be a little bit more work than I expected. I thought I would be able to take Louie out once a day, but I will not and requested that one of them sleeps over the first couple of nights. Well... there was a tiny bit more work to be had.
My brother took me to the appointment at 5:30a that morning where I focused on how this can only be good and got excited about that. That this was it. No more pretending to feel good, no more feeling no good haha. I am able to get excited about moving freely, doing yoga to feel good, stretch, run, heels...etc. I have to say, I was pretty good going in. They injected a nerve blocker in my right leg. It was weird feeling loss of sensation. Then came the anesthesia and I was like, "BYE FELICIA!"
I woke up in so much pain right away. They gave me lots of stuff and very soon after took me to the bathroom. Quite literally carried me to the bathroom, guided me to sit on the toilet, back up from the toilet, sink, bed. 20 minute duration. I looked up at her, "How am I supposed to go home like this?" "You'll be fine. You have your father." Uh, ok. We pull up to my apartment building. One of my best friends lives in the building, Ella. She comes down stairs, and it just so happens that the medical equipment guy showed up at the same time. These three people carried me all the way up the stairs and in to my apartment. 30 minute duration. The guy fitted me in to this big contraption that moves my leg in a bicycling motion and was out of there. By this point, Mom came and her and my dad and Ella carried me to the bathroom for a toilet break. My Dad and I got really personal, really quick. 30 minute duration. We all looked at each other and was like, "for real?!" I'll be having a talk with them about lack of preparation for patient's support. What if I didn't have it. I am SO INCREDIBLY G R A T E F U L that I live with four really good friends that quite literally have dropped everything they're doing, threw away their personal lives and have been Nurse Jackie for the last four days. Yes, almost four days have gone by and I am doing much better. At this point, I just need someone to get me in and out of this contraption when I need to go to the bathroom and bring food. That still means I need someone here, as I regularly pee every couple hours or so. So, what happens to those who do not have the support network I have? And, how about just finding the least bit of consideration for your support network. It ain't cute and will suggest for improvements upon a very talented facility of orthopedics.
For the last six months or so, I have been doing some heavy reflecting on the friends I choose to have. It's been emotional as I've found that my circle of friends have evolved with time and growth. Trying to become more one with the statement of "you do you" and really being okay with that, I've found it hard to accept change in some relationships. A pivotal moment was letting go recently and riding the waves of life unapologetically. Allowing for space, an overwhelming amount of support blossomed around me from my neighbors excusing themselves to the back burner the moment I stepped foot in to my building, my parents providing everything we need and way more than one could desire, a really good teacher friend of mine talking me my whole way through this, visits from friends and family... it just sends me over the moon to know I can trust the universe and that as long as I keep doing me, everything will be alright.
As for pain management, it's been quite a ride. Observing the process in which the healing is taking place by being present with the sensations and what effects them. Being pinned down in one position for most of my 24 hours day, I've been having to dig deep for patience, gratitude and optimism and I experience nagging sensations and not being able to do anything about it. I know it's temporary, and that this is the worst it can get - and that makes me excited.