Dis-Jointed

Friday night as I sat in my bed, probably typing my blog, my hip popped out. This had happened before. My left hip never rested in the socket from birth until my last hip surgery. That surgery was in my late 20's so we're talking several decades. When I was pregnant with Riley it popped out quite a bit. Since my last hip surgery, which placed the ball back in the socket, it hasn't happened. It should not happen. I was sitting in bed and I felt an extremely uncomfortable sensation in my left hip. I raised my body up off the bed with my arms to re-position myself and when my weight was back on my hip I knew it was out.

I explained the situation to Mike
"Honey my hip popped out. It's out."
"Oh."
"I'm not going to the emergency room"
"Ok"
"I mean it, all they ever do is dope me up on pain medicine that makes me puke."
After ice packs and Advil.
He gently moved my left leg while feeling the hip socket with his other hand. "Yup", he concurred, "that's out."
"I know", I snapped back.
"Do you want me to push in?"

He did, push it back in. It burned for about 45 minutes after that. I was extremely anxious now that the pain was dying down. How can this have happened? What does it mean? I don't want another hip surgery (or any surgery). I couldn't shake the fear. I laid there breathing through the pain and fear for a while. I sucked it up eventually. I think I watched some funny TV at that point and got myself out of the pain, fear spiral.

Fortunately, I had a dental issue flair up Friday night too so I was able to put the weirdness with my hip on the back burner. As of today I have been to the dentist and am hopeful that all is well on that front, but I have not spoken to the surgeon who fixed my hip. I think it's just extremely tight and that caused it to pop out. I hope, because anti-inflammatories and massage sound way more do-able than another hip surgery. I think for now I'll try to keep it stretched out and try to keep the inflammation low and see if it happens again.

Just keep swimming...