It’s been six weeks since this particular log thrust me into the land of excruciating pain.
I had been hiking early that morning, as was my usual routine. I love the sounds and smells of the forest early in the morning, and felt great when I started my day with a hike.
It was damp that morning, and I was wearing shoes whose tread was a bit worn. I began to walk across the log, remembering the words that Sassy had lectured me with the week before. “Mom, you should NOT be walking on that LOG! You are going to get hurt!” I smiled at her, reassuring her that I could certainly handle this silly old log.
Yep, I remembered that conversation as my foot slipped and I fell hard, straddling the log. I screamed as I felt an explosion rip through me, and slipped slowly to the ground.
I lay there for some time, screaming a bit until the pain subsided. My dog sat beside me, chastising me with his eyes and reminding me how stupid I was to not have brought my phone.
I managed to pull myself up and walk off the mountain, surprised that I could even walk at all. I was very sore in the weeks that followed, but was busy with unpacking and re-arranging my new classroom and it distracted me from the discomfort I was feeling. I was visiting my physical therapist weekly, and he tried to ease my pain. I was finding it increasingly difficult to walk, and even more difficult to sleep.
I made several trips to my family physician, who was convinced that I had injured my sciatic and some ligaments. I returned after several weeks of excruciating pain to see if perhaps they had missed something.
I had x-rays, and again was told that I simply needed some PT.
Mr. Darcy and my best friend were convinced I needed a second opinion, and this time I listened.
Dr. Wonderful agreed to see me the day after I called his office. He was the orthopedic surgeon who had performed my carpal tunnel surgeries and repaired a torn meniscus. He looked at the x-ray, did a few more of his own, and sat me in his office.
“HOW long ago did this happen?” he asked me again. “SIX WEEKS? I can’t believe it, “ he said as he shook his head. "Not only do you have a broken hip…but your hip socket is completely crushed. I can't believe that you've been walking around like THIS for THAT long. Are you Wonder Woman? And you're TEACHING?”
I looked him and nodded, incredibly relieved and thankful to learn that I was not crazy after all.
My plan for the coming week? Well, call me The Bionic Woman- cause I’m getting a brand, spanking new hip.