Une femme has thrown in the towel.
For the last few years, I've treated my arthritic hip with physical therapy, chiropractic, acupuncture, anti-inflammatory meds, and positive thinking. And for the last few years I've been living with varying levels of pain and a pronounced limp, giving me a rolling gait like a pirogue on the open sea. Pas chic!
A few months ago I reached the point where the discomfort was preventing me from sleeping unless I resort to Heavy Artillery pain meds. I feared I'd soon be popping Vicodin like Dr. House. (Well, not quite like Dr. House; I only take one per night max, and I don't throw them down my gullet without a glass of water.) I am hereby yielding to the surgeon's arts. Henceforth I will need to carry a doctor's note with me when travelling to explain to the TSA why I am setting off the metal detectors.
Surgery is scheduled for January 8. I'll be in the hospital for 3-4 days and then off work for 6-8 weeks. In the short term, I'm looking forward to having lots of time to blog, and long-term hopefully to regaining some mobility and sending Mr. Pain packing for a while.