Selma in San Diego is the new "hip"

[Selma in Sandy Eggo]

Nerd jokes. Why am I not surprised?

I have escaped from the nursing home. My unit was an interesting mix of surgical rehab, a couple of stroke rehab, and some mildly-to-moderately bewildered geezers.

I have the titanium joint: only one at present. I have to go back to get the other installed later. Oh, joy. I was knocked flatter than I had expected and am now slowly moseying around the house. Oh, and cooking myself some liver and onions. Excuse me, they're done now and I want to enjoy them while it's hot.

[BigJon@Work]

Welcome back. Best wishes for a speedy recovery, Hip Chick.

[navneeth]

Hey, Selma! Welcome back!

[jamiebk]

Nerd jokes. Why am I not surprised?

I have escaped from the nursing home. My unit was an interesting mix of surgical rehab, a couple of stroke rehab, and some mildly-to-moderately bewildered geezers.

I have the titanium joint: only one at present. I have to go back to get the other installed later. Oh, joy. I was knocked flatter than I had expected and am now slowly moseying around the house. Oh, and cooking myself some liver and onions. Excuse me, they're done now and I want to enjoy them while it's hot.

SELMA, WELCOME BACK!

[Serenity]

I was under the impression that everyone who enjoys classical music is considered a nerd by the non-classical listening people.

[GreatCarouser]

Good health and joy to you with your new appliances, Selma

[barfle]

Nerd jokes. Why am I not surprised?

Because you know who you're hanging around with.

Good to have you back. Just don't go through any metal detectors with OT.

[piqaboo]

Happy dance! (slowly, in honor of the new hip).

Did Hip 2 get postponed on account of unexpected knocked-flattage from Hip 1?

Anything we can do to help? I volunteer OT freely and without reservation.

[Selma in Sandy Eggo]

Just don't go through any metal detectors with OT.

There's a mental picture for you: Me and OT meeting an inbound bbb buddy at an airport, and overloading all the security doodads and whatnots. Flashing lights and rentacops inbound from all directions.

I think I'll pass.

[DavidS]

Selma, you may rest assured.
I am personally acquainted with THR procedure graduates who have passed through airport metal detectors without undue consequences.
How do you feel, and how's it going?

[dai bread]

Airport metal detectors pass artificial hips, at least around the South Pacific & Japan. I can't speak for U.S. airports. They may be tougher. Probably are.

[Selma in Sandy Eggo]

Things are going more slowly than expected, but I'm a little more mobile each day. I'm back to being as speedy as before the surgery (not impressive, I assure you). My main complaint at this point is that I keep falling asleep when I sit down to read or knit, and that I lack stamina. It's annoying to be shaky-exhausted after a very mild excursion to the pet food store.

I suspect that the ceramic joints get through the airport gates more easily than the titanium ones; both would get less attention than my grandmother's stainless steel hip replacements did. She set off all kinds of alarms in airports, even though it was 30 or 40 years ago. I consider myself lucky to get the more modern joints.

[barfle]

Oh, to be thirty again!

Although I haven't had anything as invasive as a hip replacement, I'm still healing from my duct work exercise under the bookcase.

Heal well and quickly, good lady.

[Schmeelkie]

Take your time and let your body tell you what it's ready for. Best of luck!

My great-aunt recently went in for pre-op tests for a hip replacement. First they found a small aneurysm - I forget where, but not on an easily reachable artery - so off to X-ray where they found a mass in her lung. She goes to the oncologist next week. She feels fine except for her hip, so she's lucky she had these tests and found everything else before it became a problem. now I guess the problem becomes - what do you fix first? Especially in an 80-something year old?

[piqaboo]

Sleep, Selma.
Its boring, but its good for you.
Try not to poke yourself in the eye with a knitting needle when your head nods.

If you are up for it, give a call Wed or Thursday night and we can work on emptying the partials in the liquor cabinet. Bring Ant or we'll drive you home after. Whichever...

[OperaTenor]

Healing is hard work, so no wonder you're sleepy.

Just wait, you have PT to look forward to.

[Serenity]

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

[treebeau]

Serenity now!!!

Regards,
Tim B.

[Serenity]

:borg: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

"Poppies!.....Poppies!...."

[Selma in Sandy Eggo]

I have a story to tell. Last Friday was my routine post-surgery visit at my surgeon's office. Their routine first step is an x-ray to check the new parts, on account of them being hard to see with the unaided eyeball.

X-ray photographer helps me up on the table, leaves the room, comes back and looks at the monitor. Leaves the room and comes back with the other tech. They both leave the room and come back with an older tech and some other guy. One of the surgical fellows wanders in. Another guy strolls in. The surgeon's nurse walks in. The surgeon comes in. All these people are looking at my new hip joint on the monitor and stealing glances over their shoulders at me. Yup. I have been, for most of the six-week recovery period, walking around on a dislocated joint. Without realizing it. Well, it felt better than it did before surgery and it felt better than the joint on the other side.

They didn't let me go home, and advised me that I was NPO and should park myself and possess my soul in patience until a hospital room and a surgery suite opened up. They managed to put the joint back into place without slicing into me on Friday night, and released me Saturday morning. I made it all the way home, got my feet out of the car, stood up, and felt a soft "pffft" from my right hip. Yup. Right leg not longer than left leg any more. Out of the joint. Got back into the car and the Fish returned me to the hospital (had to sit around Urgent Care for six hours, dammit, before they got the oncall osteo surgeon down to see me) and they fixed the dislocation again. And stuffed me into a hospital bed with instructions not to move. At all. For anything.

Monday was plans and schemes and consultations day - consensus (which I shared) was that the current hardware set was not going to work out and that the hip would have to be revised. They reworked the hip Tuesday night and I am now home again with the same femur insert, the same socket, a different socket liner, and a new ball. And a moderately bad case of paranoia.

Nobody has yet explained to any of the players in this little drama how the patient managed to walk through a six-week recovery and rehab period while dislocated. That. Doesn't. Happen.

This whole thing is apparently weird, bizarre, unheardof, impossible (or at least very very unlikely), and quite unusual.

I hope nobody has passed out from excessive laughter. Or sprained a joint falling out of the chair. Geez, I feel blond.