A huge storm just came through the city this morning. Without even looking outside, my hip knew. What a "spidey-sense" I now have. And so beneficial to the world (yeah, right).
I was able to get out of my building with the cane in the left hand and my umbrella in the right. Backpack was strapped tight holding all the essentials. Luckily, my bust stop was just a block away.
I navigated down the buildings steps, but all my brain power was spent on balance. Wind pushing my umbrella up, gravity pulling me down, and the slippery sidewalk wanting to slide my feet and cane to the left and right.
Have I mentioned I hate this AVN crap?
Luckily, I saw my new HMO doctor a couple of days ago and am getting a referral to see a bone-Doc that my family knows and can vouch for. But why is weather so hard for the body?
I live in DC and last winter we got 6 feet of snow in two sister storms. There is no way I could live through something like that now.
I am going to go forward. I have to. This thing crept up on me in such a sly manner. A year and a half ago, I kept putting off the little stinging in my inside hip and thought it was just a little "thing". Especially since the feeling came and went. Then it come back for a longer time and subsequently go away for shorter times. Then the full blown limping. All drawn out over a course of a year and a half. Not knowing my bone was dying. Not knowing this condition.
"Not knowing" is a huge element of this thing's character.
And even though there is no way of stopping it, I wish I knew sooner.
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