I can just see it now "I'm 20 years old and I've had hip surgery 3 times. They thought I was getting better but now no one really knows what could be going on....FML"
Yea...Righty has been sucking BIG TIME for about a week. Why, I have no idea. It was "Shark Week" in modern class (aka Graham week aka hip death week) which would explain why my hip flexors are angry but not why my right hip has started catching again! Lefty is a bit sore too but it's all just muscular stuff and not all that alarming to me.
I haven't taken a full ballet class in a week. I haven't even really taken a full barre in a week. I've taken two of four modern classes--and didn't jump in either one. It's the take offs and landings that kill me. That's when it tends to catch and briefly lock. Getting up from rolls is also killer. FML.
I'm currently in the process of scheduling for next semester and I have no idea what to do about it. I don't know if I'll be dancing in the fall and I'm really sick of having to juggle things around at the last possible moment. Really, I'd just like to go ONE SEMESTER without having a change of plans due to the hips. My bio adviser expressed concern at the number of classes I'm planning to take, in part in hopes of not having to add anything in the event that I'm not dancing. He managed to talk me down from 4 bio courses (3 three-hundred level...one seminar, and two with labs...) to only 3 but was still scared that I had to use 2 registration forms to fit it all. Wanted me to drop a few of the dance classes but I explained to him that the dance department is worried that I won't have enough credits in the major since I'm essentially trying to complete it in 3 years--his response to that: "But that's absurd! You haven't had functioning legs!!" Yup, I've realized. So it looks like it will be:
MWF
9:00-10:20 Ballet
10:30-11:20 Animal Physiology
12:30-1:20 Advanced Genetics
1:30-2:30 Pointe (WF only)
3:00-4:20 Modern
4:30-6:00 Dance composition (MW only)
Tu
8:30-11:30 Advanced Genetics lab
12:00-1:20 Ballet
1:30-4:30 Animal phys lab
Th
9:00-11:30 Plant Physiology/Biotech seminar
12:00-1:20 Ballet
1:30-2:30 Riding
Assuming of course I don't spend the fall semester on crutches as has become commonplace in my life.
Right now, it feels so much like another labral tear. It'd be helpful if I wasn't in class/work/rehearsal/PT until after 5 everyday so that, you know, I could give Kocher's office a ringy-dingy. Really, I want to know whats up! When I last saw him, he was pretty confident there wasn't any impingement or another tear. We decided way back before the last surgery on the right that I did have a little bit of dysplasia/retroversion but not enough to justify treating. So far, that hasn't been a topic of conversation again.
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Saturday, April 4, 2009
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Introducing Annie! and other things....
My 8 year old puppy Willy died two weeks ago. Given that my family copes with the loss of a pet by getting a new one, we've just adopted Annie--a 6 month old little girl. She arrived yesterday, all the way from Indiana!! I wanted to go home but, with $14.46 in my bank account, I couldn't even afford the China bus. Anyways, here she is!
So of course I had to go to Petco today to get her a new girly collar, some fun toys, and some toys for Abby so that she doesn't feel totally neglected. I'm spoiling her rotten before we even meet!
Since we were already at Petco, we also popped into Target for some clearance Halloween candy....Jess and I each walked out with $10 worth. So basically we've got $40 worth of Halloween candy in our room right now. This is bad. I'm dancing again in less than a month. I have to wear a leotard in less than a month. Not going to be a pretty sight...
Tuesday will be 9 weeks out from surgery, 4 to go until I see Kocher. Tuesday is also the day I go back to see Dr. Hinton down here to further discuss the fate for my right hip--the steroids didn't work. I don't even know what I want to hear. I know that whatever it is, it can't be good. The lesser of all the evils at this point is probably that I've managed to give myself a really nice case of psoas tendonitis/bursitis--though that doesn't really explain the pinching and the catching that's been going on. So it's more likely that it's another labral tear--bad news bears. Needless to say, I'm freaking out.
So of course I had to go to Petco today to get her a new girly collar, some fun toys, and some toys for Abby so that she doesn't feel totally neglected. I'm spoiling her rotten before we even meet!
Since we were already at Petco, we also popped into Target for some clearance Halloween candy....Jess and I each walked out with $10 worth. So basically we've got $40 worth of Halloween candy in our room right now. This is bad. I'm dancing again in less than a month. I have to wear a leotard in less than a month. Not going to be a pretty sight...
Tuesday will be 9 weeks out from surgery, 4 to go until I see Kocher. Tuesday is also the day I go back to see Dr. Hinton down here to further discuss the fate for my right hip--the steroids didn't work. I don't even know what I want to hear. I know that whatever it is, it can't be good. The lesser of all the evils at this point is probably that I've managed to give myself a really nice case of psoas tendonitis/bursitis--though that doesn't really explain the pinching and the catching that's been going on. So it's more likely that it's another labral tear--bad news bears. Needless to say, I'm freaking out.
Friday, March 21, 2008
I guess you can just call me grandma...
Saw the doc yesterday for my 5 month check on the dear old right hip. He said it shouldn't be feeling as good as it does which is absolutely fantastic--apparently people usually still have issues just leading "normal" lives until they're at least 6 months out, and I'm dancing on it now without a problem. Woohoo! Other fantastic (this time used in the sarcastic sense) news from the visit includes that I probably have a labral tear chillaxin' over in the left hip which explains why its been all lovely and crunchy lately. I have the pleasure of getting that MRI'ed and injected in two weeks...April 4th...at 8:30 in the morning! great fun! especially because I get to brave the MTA Maryland system out to suburbian hell again. I thought I was done doing that when I quit going to PT...hmmm. Nobody would feel like driving me to Pikesville then, would they? I'd bake you cookies....
Sunday, March 9, 2008
I wish I could make this stuff up
The events of this weekend have directly influenced the creation of this blog. I couldn't make this shit up if I tried. My roommate and I decided we should write a novel...I suppose a blog is a close second.
I should probably preface all of this with a bit of an introduction. I'm a freshman in college, studying dance and biology with a pre-med concentration. Originally from Boston, now in school in Baltimore. All this dorm stuff is old hat to me, I went away to boarding school when I was 14. Not really sure where "home" is any more. I've had hip surgery twice over the past two years, a third may or may not be on the horizon for this summer. We'll focus on one oddity a week for now--this week's will be the hip surgery, next week perhaps the boarding school thing, and the following my choice of majors. Or maybe not.
Yes, I'm fully aware that most 19 year olds haven't had multiple hip surgeries. I'm just extra cool and special like that I suppose. Two years ago, back when I was a silly and naive newly turned 17 year old, I was dumb enough to believe the idiot of a dance teacher that told me doing a straddle leap within the first 10 minutes of class was a good idea--I landed, my leg twisted in, and I felt something crunch in my right hip. After being tossed around by a couple of docs (including being put on crutches "just to see"), I got one to agree to MRI the thing and was informed I had a labral tear. Fun stuff. That doc also agreed to do arthroscopic surgery to, as far as I knew at the time, fix it. 18 months later, something was up. Went back, he MRI'ed it and I had another tear. Fantastic because I hadn't done anything out of the ordinary (ok, so I suppose dancing 40 hours a week isn't exactly normal, but we've already established that I'm not all that normal either). He told me that I was crazy, there was nothing wrong--umm, hello, I could see the tear on the MRI myself and I haven't even gone to med school yet. So I walked out of his office. Yada yada yada. Finally, in August, after have more x-rays than most people get in a lifetime, a cortisone injection, a CT scan, and spending more hours in PT and in my ortho's office than I spent at my job, we discovered that my femoral head took after myself in terms of not being totally normal (see, I tell you, being normal is overrated! Even my bones aren't normal!). So I had another arthroscopic surgery to fix that (mine's figure B) and the new labral tear in October. Got to spend a month crutching around a college campus and into suburbian hell for PT. They let me loose to do whatever I pleased again on January 17th and started letting me jump again on Valentine's Day (aww, isn't that sweet...). Now we've got some problemos over in Mr. Left hip, but je ne sais pas what's up with that. Probably the same thing which is just superb. I've always wanted old lady hips! (some kid, during my month of crutching joy, asked what the crutches were for. When he heard it was because I had hip surgery, his response was none other than "oh, my grandma had that"...). Enough about that. You'll probably hear more about it later.
So this weekend. Yea.
Friday was rather uneventful. The fuse blew in half our room again (we weren't even using the hairdryer this time!) but they fixed it and life went on. Then I thought my roommate might have been killed by an armed robber on the loose when she didn't come back until midnight, but she was just in the library.
Saturday rudely interrupted my sleep pattern at 2am when for some reason (probably a hippy smoking a hooka in their room) the fire alarm went off. Did I mention it was cold and windy outside? No, well, it was. Fine enough, got back to sleep around 2:30am. 8:30am rolled around and my alarm clock awoke me for work. It was pouring rain and this was unbeknownest to me until I was sprinting out of my dorm to get to work on time. So I looked like a drowned puppy. Got back from work and we discovered that our suite was on the last roll of toilet paper so the roommate and I ventured out to Target (in the windy wetness) to get some. All is well aside from the overwhelming number of choices for toilet paper. I believe we went with Scott. We make our return to find that the back gate of campus is closed and locked because it is now after dark. Rather than walk the extra mile to the front gate, we hop the fence. This is not an easy task while wearing rain gear and carrying lots of bags. In the process, my roommate rips her pants and we (only slightly) break the fence. We trek through the woods with the promise of a warm dorm room on the other side. Roommate gets taken out by a down tree--lands in the mud. At this point, we decide we should write a novel. Get back to the room and head off to watch some African films for one of my roommate's classes. We almost get blown away on the walk there. And find that one of the windows has been blown out. We survive and, after some trouble with the remotes, even watch the DVD! We decided that, if the day had been made into a Facebook album, it'd be titled "The Adventures of Gimpy and Split Pants Girl".
Sunday...oh, Sunday. So. Fire alarm went off at 4am. We were fucking pissed. Then we opened the door to the hallway and were overwhelmed with white powdery smoke. Some drunk asshats decided to empty 6 fire extinguishers in our hall. Fantastic. They've "cleaned" it up, but it still is like a freaking winter wonderland out in the hall. Oh how I love college.
I should probably preface all of this with a bit of an introduction. I'm a freshman in college, studying dance and biology with a pre-med concentration. Originally from Boston, now in school in Baltimore. All this dorm stuff is old hat to me, I went away to boarding school when I was 14. Not really sure where "home" is any more. I've had hip surgery twice over the past two years, a third may or may not be on the horizon for this summer. We'll focus on one oddity a week for now--this week's will be the hip surgery, next week perhaps the boarding school thing, and the following my choice of majors. Or maybe not.
Yes, I'm fully aware that most 19 year olds haven't had multiple hip surgeries. I'm just extra cool and special like that I suppose. Two years ago, back when I was a silly and naive newly turned 17 year old, I was dumb enough to believe the idiot of a dance teacher that told me doing a straddle leap within the first 10 minutes of class was a good idea--I landed, my leg twisted in, and I felt something crunch in my right hip. After being tossed around by a couple of docs (including being put on crutches "just to see"), I got one to agree to MRI the thing and was informed I had a labral tear. Fun stuff. That doc also agreed to do arthroscopic surgery to, as far as I knew at the time, fix it. 18 months later, something was up. Went back, he MRI'ed it and I had another tear. Fantastic because I hadn't done anything out of the ordinary (ok, so I suppose dancing 40 hours a week isn't exactly normal, but we've already established that I'm not all that normal either). He told me that I was crazy, there was nothing wrong--umm, hello, I could see the tear on the MRI myself and I haven't even gone to med school yet. So I walked out of his office. Yada yada yada. Finally, in August, after have more x-rays than most people get in a lifetime, a cortisone injection, a CT scan, and spending more hours in PT and in my ortho's office than I spent at my job, we discovered that my femoral head took after myself in terms of not being totally normal (see, I tell you, being normal is overrated! Even my bones aren't normal!). So I had another arthroscopic surgery to fix that (mine's figure B) and the new labral tear in October. Got to spend a month crutching around a college campus and into suburbian hell for PT. They let me loose to do whatever I pleased again on January 17th and started letting me jump again on Valentine's Day (aww, isn't that sweet...). Now we've got some problemos over in Mr. Left hip, but je ne sais pas what's up with that. Probably the same thing which is just superb. I've always wanted old lady hips! (some kid, during my month of crutching joy, asked what the crutches were for. When he heard it was because I had hip surgery, his response was none other than "oh, my grandma had that"...). Enough about that. You'll probably hear more about it later.
So this weekend. Yea.
Friday was rather uneventful. The fuse blew in half our room again (we weren't even using the hairdryer this time!) but they fixed it and life went on. Then I thought my roommate might have been killed by an armed robber on the loose when she didn't come back until midnight, but she was just in the library.
Saturday rudely interrupted my sleep pattern at 2am when for some reason (probably a hippy smoking a hooka in their room) the fire alarm went off. Did I mention it was cold and windy outside? No, well, it was. Fine enough, got back to sleep around 2:30am. 8:30am rolled around and my alarm clock awoke me for work. It was pouring rain and this was unbeknownest to me until I was sprinting out of my dorm to get to work on time. So I looked like a drowned puppy. Got back from work and we discovered that our suite was on the last roll of toilet paper so the roommate and I ventured out to Target (in the windy wetness) to get some. All is well aside from the overwhelming number of choices for toilet paper. I believe we went with Scott. We make our return to find that the back gate of campus is closed and locked because it is now after dark. Rather than walk the extra mile to the front gate, we hop the fence. This is not an easy task while wearing rain gear and carrying lots of bags. In the process, my roommate rips her pants and we (only slightly) break the fence. We trek through the woods with the promise of a warm dorm room on the other side. Roommate gets taken out by a down tree--lands in the mud. At this point, we decide we should write a novel. Get back to the room and head off to watch some African films for one of my roommate's classes. We almost get blown away on the walk there. And find that one of the windows has been blown out. We survive and, after some trouble with the remotes, even watch the DVD! We decided that, if the day had been made into a Facebook album, it'd be titled "The Adventures of Gimpy and Split Pants Girl".
Sunday...oh, Sunday. So. Fire alarm went off at 4am. We were fucking pissed. Then we opened the door to the hallway and were overwhelmed with white powdery smoke. Some drunk asshats decided to empty 6 fire extinguishers in our hall. Fantastic. They've "cleaned" it up, but it still is like a freaking winter wonderland out in the hall. Oh how I love college.
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