Dingo
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K, the results are in.
Acetabular labral tear with detachment. I expected that.
Avascular necrosis. I didn't expect that. Basically, all the marrow and blood supply in the top third of my femur is dead. Not injured. DEAD. Next Friday, I have to go in, so they can drill a hole in my femur and insert a long metal tube for structural support. Assuming it's successful (65% of cases,) I'll be on crutches for 2 months or so, and then a couple months later, if the blood supply in the bone comes back, they'll pull the ball out of the socket and try to fix the cartilage. If it's not successful, it's a total hip replacement.
Anyone that knows me knows I'm pretty much not afraid of anything. I'm absolutely terrified. I spent the two hours after I left the ortho literally on the verge of tears. I'm not far from it even now. I know I can either have the surgeries or not. If I do, things could get better, or worst case, I could have complete paralysis of my right leg. If I don't have the surgeries, things might be okay for a couple of months, but eventually the ball on the end of the femur will collapse entirely. I guess I don't have to say how bad that would be for me.
Fear and anxiety are not common emotions for me, and I'm feeling a heaping helping of both. I'm' kind of afraid of being afraid. It's just not me.
On top of that, I have another dilemma. My mom in Ohio wants to fly down to be here for me. My stepmother (Other mom) wants to fly up from the family condo in FL for me. My dad wants to take the day off work and be there. Pretty much everyone wants to be there for me. Although that's very nice and I appreciate the thought, I'd rather everyone just go on about their lives, pray for me, and wait for me to let them know how it all goes. I don't want my friends and family to see me like that. I don't want to be a burden on anyone. I'd rather take a cab there and back and just be by myself through this. When I expressed that, my "loved ones" all have gotten mad at me, like I owe it to them to let them be a part of all of this. It's not that I don't appreciate their love and wishes for recovery, but it's just not me. If people can't make time for me when I'm fine, why would I need them when I'm not? Am I being unreasonable?
Anyone, most of y'all probably don't care, but I thought I'd update the thread in case anyone was curious.
I have to go puke again now. Fear and anxiety suck.
Acetabular labral tear with detachment. I expected that.
Avascular necrosis. I didn't expect that. Basically, all the marrow and blood supply in the top third of my femur is dead. Not injured. DEAD. Next Friday, I have to go in, so they can drill a hole in my femur and insert a long metal tube for structural support. Assuming it's successful (65% of cases,) I'll be on crutches for 2 months or so, and then a couple months later, if the blood supply in the bone comes back, they'll pull the ball out of the socket and try to fix the cartilage. If it's not successful, it's a total hip replacement.
Anyone that knows me knows I'm pretty much not afraid of anything. I'm absolutely terrified. I spent the two hours after I left the ortho literally on the verge of tears. I'm not far from it even now. I know I can either have the surgeries or not. If I do, things could get better, or worst case, I could have complete paralysis of my right leg. If I don't have the surgeries, things might be okay for a couple of months, but eventually the ball on the end of the femur will collapse entirely. I guess I don't have to say how bad that would be for me.
Fear and anxiety are not common emotions for me, and I'm feeling a heaping helping of both. I'm' kind of afraid of being afraid. It's just not me.
On top of that, I have another dilemma. My mom in Ohio wants to fly down to be here for me. My stepmother (Other mom) wants to fly up from the family condo in FL for me. My dad wants to take the day off work and be there. Pretty much everyone wants to be there for me. Although that's very nice and I appreciate the thought, I'd rather everyone just go on about their lives, pray for me, and wait for me to let them know how it all goes. I don't want my friends and family to see me like that. I don't want to be a burden on anyone. I'd rather take a cab there and back and just be by myself through this. When I expressed that, my "loved ones" all have gotten mad at me, like I owe it to them to let them be a part of all of this. It's not that I don't appreciate their love and wishes for recovery, but it's just not me. If people can't make time for me when I'm fine, why would I need them when I'm not? Am I being unreasonable?
Anyone, most of y'all probably don't care, but I thought I'd update the thread in case anyone was curious.
I have to go puke again now. Fear and anxiety suck.
