Everyone needs a crutch…quite literally in my case.
This past weekend was my first weekend “on crutches.” At my
appointment with Dr. Kim on May 4th, he suggested that I start using
crutches when I do any significant amount of walking. When he first said this
to me…I was taken aback and actually pretty upset. He says that using the
crutches, or a cane for short distances, will help me get used to using them for when I need them all the time after the surgery (post-surgery I will be non-weight bearing for 3-6
months). Dr. K also said using these will help me to reduce fatigue in the
joint and allow the inflammation in my labrum to subside. Dr. K said he wants
me to be completely pain free going into the surgery in the fall.
Listen, I get it…a lot of people have serious injuries that are
a lot worse than mine…life-changing injuries/deformities that don’t allow them
to ever walk the same, or ever walk again, period. So, please don’t take this
the wrong way. I’m not saying this is HORRIBLE or the worst thing that could ever
happen. But it IS happening…and it IS a prohibitive deformity.
Here’s the thing…I
am the definition of a DO-ER. I can’t sit still for five minutes. I work 40+
hours a week, I play volleyball at least once, sometimes twice a week, I
Co-Chair the local Relay For Life and on Sunday’s I volunteer at the local zoo. My husband and I are lucky if we get to spend one night a week together. But
that’s how I am…I thrive on being busy. I’m also proud and very stubborn.
This is now the first time where I really HAVE to slow down
because of my hip. It’s my first real speed bump. Playing less volleyball was
bothersome, but I can deal with it because I still can play sometimes. Not
wearing high heels anymore doesn’t really bother me because I didn’t like them
in the first place. And I’ve been walking with a limp for so long that I don’t
even realize I do it anymore. But walking with crutches is a bit (here’s that
word again) discouraging. It’s cumbersome, and awkward. People stare at you,
they pity you, and worse, they go out of their way to help you. It’s a bit of a
blow to the ego and the pride. It’s embarrassing. I know people are just being
nice, (and honestly, thank GOD they hold the door for me because I really don’t
know how I’d get it if they didn’t) but it’s discouraging to know that the person
holding the door, or letting me cut them in line, is doing it because they feel
bad for me.
And when I use the cane it’s even WORSE. Kids stop dead in their
tracks and stare at me. They ask their parents “How come she has that?” and “What’s
wrong with her?” Awesome. I know they don’t know any better, I’m not upset with
the kids…it’s just that this whole thing is going to be a serious adjustment.
And it’s only just beginning.
With all of that being said…and I hate to admit this…the freaking
things help me so much. My hip felt glorious
after the whole day of being on the crutches. At the end of the day on
Saturday, my husband gave me the “I told you so” look, which is my least
favorite look in the whole wide world, especially from him. Saturday morning, just
thinking of everything we needed to do made my hip hurt. Our schedule on
Saturday consisted of the following: Out for breakfast, Anne and Hope, a Target
trip, Harbor Freight Tools, Christmas Tree Shop, and Lowes. The amount of
walking we did at Anne and Hope, on a normal day, would have benched me for the rest of the
day, walking wise. However, I did ALL of that…and then I went home and planted
14 flower pots and 4 window boxes! I felt GREAT. And just for comparison: I
worked at the zoo the next day and an hour into my shift I was limping and
having a hard time.
I think my biggest mental roadblock, when it comes to the
crutches, is that I've spent so much of my life telling myself that nothing's
wrong and that I can just continue to go about my business like there's no issue. Just something I can continue on with, and it's no big deal. Even with the pain, I was okay with that because I didn't have to admit
that I have any kind of disability, or problem. This is really the first time
that I feel like what I have going on really IS a big deal. It's hard to come
to terms with something like this when you've spent so much of your time trying
to tell yourself it's nothing. I hate complaining about something as silly as
using crutches, but deep down it’s NOT the crutches I’m upset about, it’s the
fact that this really is happening…and that I really do need to face this
issue. It’s the “What’s wrong?” questions, the “Why are you using a cane?”
questions that bother me…because then I dive into the whole ordeal instead of
just ignoring it.
So, I’m
starting to come to terms with everything, and in the grand scheme of things I
know that I am lucky that this is all that I have. I could have serious,
life-threatening issues. I’m lucky to be happy and healthy with a good family
who loves me. However, after this weekend, it’s becoming more and more clear to
me that this is whole journey is going to be more complicated than I thought…emotionally
and physically.