I saw Dr. Hinton on Tuesday.
Surprise surprise, he wants to schedule a cortisone injection before I go home for Thanksgiving and see Kocher. I don't have time for that right now--I have 2 lab papers, 5 exams, and 2 quizzes before Thanksgiving in addition to having to declare a major and register for courses. I don't have time to haul my crippled ass into downtown Baltimore, wait around for a bit, and then have the injection. I just don't have time for that kind of shit. AND I kind of want to see Kocher first, or at least hear from him (spoke with his PA on Wednesday night...still waiting to hear back) before I do this. I expressed this concern to Hinton who feels like we might as well just do it now but, yeah, not going to happen.
The highlight of my visit, aside from the fact that his office was running an hour and a half late (to which everyone in the waiting room was freaking out about; clearly they've never experienced Children's!! I'm psyched if I get out of there in any less than 3 hours!) and I had to sprint both to the bus from Orgo lab and then from the bus to get to music, was when he dropped the "open surgery" bomb on me. I was like "WHAT?! are you freaking serious?!" In his funny little Southern-but-not-quite accent he explained to me the whole procedure and how they'd be able to clean out any bone spurs and/or residual impingement. No freaking way. No matter how you slice it (no pun intended), I'm not planning for another surgery at this point--scope or open! And there's no way in hell that I'd have it done in Baltimore. Not going to happen. So I'm waiting to hear back from Kocher and seeing what he wants me to do.
And, since misery loves company, Mr. Lefty has been complaining lately too. I think it's probably because we backed off of it in PT a bit. It's definitely tendonitis-y feeling though, nothing horrbily alarming or really all that unexpected--Righty pulled this same BS last year at about the same point.
I've got quite the marathon sprint to Thanksgiving ahead of me though. I'm really hating this semester in terms of course load. Next semester should be nice though--I'm only going to be taking 15 credits (and only 1 audit!!) as opposed to the 18 I've had for the past two (and last spring it was 18 + 3 audits!); just orgo, genetics, and a bunch of dance.
Showing posts with label labral tears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label labral tears. Show all posts
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
So, about that...
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?
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?
Thursday, August 7, 2008
My post-surgery spot on the couch is already warm
You'd really think that, with all the time I've spent on the couch in the past week that I'd have had the surgery already. But you'd be wrong. I'm still waiting.
Almost 3 weeks ago, one of our kitties got hit by a car and was killed. After spending a couple of days trying to find a new cuddle buddy in our other cat and finding myself just getting beaten up, I decided to get a kitten. So two weeks ago tomorrow, I adopted little Abby. Not even a week after getting her, she had to have surgery to remove an assortment of things from her belly--apparently she's part lab. While she's recuperating, she's not allowed out of the play pen we've got set up for her...except she's a little attention whore and hates being alone (she's currently asleep on my belly) so someone has to be with her at all times. Dad is at work, Brother #1 is away, and Mom and Brother #2 are on vacation. That leaves me to have Abby duty all day. We're bffls now. Thank God for Netflix and wireless internet.
Still next in line on the surgery list. ahewamnfajsdbchwe. I'm supposed to go back to school in 3 weeks and I have no idea what I'm going to do. I'm currently still enrolled in 10.5 credits worth of dance classes and I know that's not going to work out so well. Whateva, Whateva I'll do what I want. But it's looking more and more like I'll be using that Sept. 2nd scope date and missing the first week of classes. But I run with 12 gangs and we only commit hate crimes so, whateva, whateva, I'll do what I want.
I think I managed to make whatever tear I've got a bit bigger last night in class. Either that or I managed to just really jam the impingement into what tear was already there. I felt the all too familiar grabbing pinch in the joint when I landed from a saut de chat. My weight was too far forward in an attempt to get my back leg up and land quietly--forgetting of course that I would be landing on my left leg. But hey, at least I landed quietly despite the cow bells of pointe shoes I was wearing last night. Same feeling from the spring when I landed really hard on my knee on my way down sliding to the floor out of a tour en l'air for my modern practicum. And the same feeling (though not nearly as bad) as when I first screwed up my right hip--coming out of a tombe coupe jete when my body kept turning but my legs didn't and SNAP.
Almost 3 weeks ago, one of our kitties got hit by a car and was killed. After spending a couple of days trying to find a new cuddle buddy in our other cat and finding myself just getting beaten up, I decided to get a kitten. So two weeks ago tomorrow, I adopted little Abby. Not even a week after getting her, she had to have surgery to remove an assortment of things from her belly--apparently she's part lab. While she's recuperating, she's not allowed out of the play pen we've got set up for her...except she's a little attention whore and hates being alone (she's currently asleep on my belly) so someone has to be with her at all times. Dad is at work, Brother #1 is away, and Mom and Brother #2 are on vacation. That leaves me to have Abby duty all day. We're bffls now. Thank God for Netflix and wireless internet.
Still next in line on the surgery list. ahewamnfajsdbchwe. I'm supposed to go back to school in 3 weeks and I have no idea what I'm going to do. I'm currently still enrolled in 10.5 credits worth of dance classes and I know that's not going to work out so well. Whateva, Whateva I'll do what I want. But it's looking more and more like I'll be using that Sept. 2nd scope date and missing the first week of classes. But I run with 12 gangs and we only commit hate crimes so, whateva, whateva, I'll do what I want.
I think I managed to make whatever tear I've got a bit bigger last night in class. Either that or I managed to just really jam the impingement into what tear was already there. I felt the all too familiar grabbing pinch in the joint when I landed from a saut de chat. My weight was too far forward in an attempt to get my back leg up and land quietly--forgetting of course that I would be landing on my left leg. But hey, at least I landed quietly despite the cow bells of pointe shoes I was wearing last night. Same feeling from the spring when I landed really hard on my knee on my way down sliding to the floor out of a tour en l'air for my modern practicum. And the same feeling (though not nearly as bad) as when I first screwed up my right hip--coming out of a tombe coupe jete when my body kept turning but my legs didn't and SNAP.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
So, let's check in...
It's now July, I last updated this puppy back in March. As we can see, I'm pretty on top of things...NOT!
I'm currently in the process of re-crafting my schedule for the fall. What I thought was going to be an ideal schedule of lots of dance classes + cell bio + organic chem has been foiled by a hip surgery. That seems to be the trend with alot of my plans--a hip surgery always gets thrown into the mix and then the plans don't work out so well anymore! So now I'm dealing with a bit of a scheduling nightmare.
So yea, about that hip surgery. After two MRIs, one failed arthrogram (and one successful arthrogram...nothing like a big-ass needle being dug around in your hip on two separate occasions within two weeks of each other to make you just love life!), and two months of 3x weekly PT at 8 in the morning, I saw Dr. Kocher who agreed with everyone else (me, my PTs, the resident that was in the room, and my ballet teachers)--as a dancer, I need the surgery done if I ever want to get back the hope of having any sort of career in dance. He said that were I a "normal person," he'd probably want to wait on the surgery a bit longer and see if more PT might bring about more success. So here we go--hip surgery round 3!!! It's at this point that I feel the need to point out (again) that I'm only 19--I'm nobody's grandma.
At any rate, surgery's scheduled for September 2nd. Absolutely fabulous timing--I'm supposed to move back to Baltimore on the 1st. haha. I'm on his waiting list and, as of last Monday, I was #4--they're promising me that I'll get in before I have to go back to school. We shall see. It's kind of like flying standby--you know it'll happen, you just don't know when. So I'm calling it my "Surprise! You're having surgery!" hip surgery. Nothing like finding out a day or two beforehand that your going to be on crutches for a month and cripple for 3. It's kind of just my style though; I love flying by the seat of my pants!
My current place of employment (Dunkin Donuts...don't wanna talk about it) of course, knows nothing. They can't fire me about it, but they sure as hell can cut back my hours since I could find out at any moment that I'm having surgery tomorrow and then won't be able to work. Personally, this is a total plus to having surgery the surprise style--the stress of having to give two weeks notice is totally out the window! And I get to quit my job earlier than I intended! woohoo! The job is not without it's perks though--the free coffee is quit nice. As is the little promotion they've got going on right now--the one where you peel the stickers off the cups and win shit. Yea. It's nice, but it ain't gonna be missed!
I'm going to try and make a bit more of an effort to update this thing. Chronicling my life leading up to and following my third hipscope and the never ending thrills of college life. haha.
I'm currently in the process of re-crafting my schedule for the fall. What I thought was going to be an ideal schedule of lots of dance classes + cell bio + organic chem has been foiled by a hip surgery. That seems to be the trend with alot of my plans--a hip surgery always gets thrown into the mix and then the plans don't work out so well anymore! So now I'm dealing with a bit of a scheduling nightmare.
So yea, about that hip surgery. After two MRIs, one failed arthrogram (and one successful arthrogram...nothing like a big-ass needle being dug around in your hip on two separate occasions within two weeks of each other to make you just love life!), and two months of 3x weekly PT at 8 in the morning, I saw Dr. Kocher who agreed with everyone else (me, my PTs, the resident that was in the room, and my ballet teachers)--as a dancer, I need the surgery done if I ever want to get back the hope of having any sort of career in dance. He said that were I a "normal person," he'd probably want to wait on the surgery a bit longer and see if more PT might bring about more success. So here we go--hip surgery round 3!!! It's at this point that I feel the need to point out (again) that I'm only 19--I'm nobody's grandma.
At any rate, surgery's scheduled for September 2nd. Absolutely fabulous timing--I'm supposed to move back to Baltimore on the 1st. haha. I'm on his waiting list and, as of last Monday, I was #4--they're promising me that I'll get in before I have to go back to school. We shall see. It's kind of like flying standby--you know it'll happen, you just don't know when. So I'm calling it my "Surprise! You're having surgery!" hip surgery. Nothing like finding out a day or two beforehand that your going to be on crutches for a month and cripple for 3. It's kind of just my style though; I love flying by the seat of my pants!
My current place of employment (Dunkin Donuts...don't wanna talk about it) of course, knows nothing. They can't fire me about it, but they sure as hell can cut back my hours since I could find out at any moment that I'm having surgery tomorrow and then won't be able to work. Personally, this is a total plus to having surgery the surprise style--the stress of having to give two weeks notice is totally out the window! And I get to quit my job earlier than I intended! woohoo! The job is not without it's perks though--the free coffee is quit nice. As is the little promotion they've got going on right now--the one where you peel the stickers off the cups and win shit. Yea. It's nice, but it ain't gonna be missed!
I'm going to try and make a bit more of an effort to update this thing. Chronicling my life leading up to and following my third hipscope and the never ending thrills of college life. haha.
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