As we can tell, I tend to forget about this thing. But in times like these where my procrastinating tendencies prevail (lab paper for cells, orgo take home, and french compositions oh my!), we can see where my priorities fall...
I had the surgery. Eight weeks ago on Tuesday. Mr. Lefty is doing really crazily well--if the scars weren't so red and lovely, I'd tell you it couldn't have ever happened. The biggest perk is that I gained about 10 degrees of turnout this time around which means that for the first time EVER I'll have an even first position. That is if I can ever figure out how to actually use those last 10 degrees...it's the only spot that I'm rather laughably weak in at the moment.
Righty isn't doing so hot. Actually, Righty is doing alot like Lefty was at this time last year. As in they think I have a labral tear. They being Kocher, guy Kocher sent me to in Baltimore, and multiple PTs. In case anyone is keeping score, that'd be 3 tears for the right and 1 for the left. Hinton, the guy Kocher sent me to, put me on a kickass dose of Naproxen for 10 days which did pretty much nothing. So he then stuck me on a Medrol dose pack--aka steriods--for 6 days. I'm at the end of day 5 and, big surprise, nada. I think this means I get a cortisone injection which I'm kind of not sure I'm cool with.
I'm 4ish weeks away from my next visit with Kocher, the one at which he'll hopefully turn me loose to head back to ballet. With Righty the way it is though, I'm not sure how cool he'll be with that or really want the plan is at this point. Hinton says an MRI will be pretty darn useless since it's already had 2 surgeries and I've pretty adamently declared that I'm in no hurry to have a 4th hip surgery before my 21st birthday, particularly one on Mr. Righty. I guess will just have to see how the cortisone works? At any rate, I've already scheduled my flight back a day later so I can go to ballet class that night. I'm a bamf, can't you tell?
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