First off, Architecture as a market has been slow, so I have taken much of the summer off without pay. Luckily my wife and I saved enough and live far enough below our means to survive it. And summers off in Seattle—what isn’t to like right? So I was going to make the most of the summer
And what better time to get in shape right? I turn 50 this year and why not whip myself into shape! I was already going 3 times a week but bumped it up to 5-6 times a week. Big mistake number 1.
I ended up pulling my right quad. Go to the Sport Medicine Doctor right after Memorial Day. Confirmed pulled quad, but after 3 weeks it was getting better and decided to go to the coast with my wife to celebrate. Walking up the stairs to the hotel room I hear a loud POP and collapse on the stair. The rush me via ambulance to the hospital 30 minutes away and the ER Doctor spends 2 minutes with me and determines I pulled my quad again. Big mistake number 2.
So I go into Physical Therapy for the past 8 weeks on my quad (which I did actually re-pull) but the last 3-4 weeks I am NOT seeing any improvement. I am still on the crutches and the PT feels I should be walking, I am walking about 30% of the time on one crutch, but it hurts like hell when I do. I am trying real hard, but I sense the PT’s think I am just being a wimp, and I am starting to think maybe they are right.
Monday I go back to the original Sports Medicine Doctor and am all prepared for him to tell me that I should get off the crutches and just ‘man up’. He runs a bunch of tests on my quad and says that you have good strength on your quad, it isn’t 100% but I should be able to walk, etc on it. So he has me do a couple of other tests. After each test he says ‘you should be able to do that—something is going on here’.
So he orders x-rays. Long story short—I have been walking around on a broken hip for the last eight weeks! So Monday night I went into surgery and now have 3 screws holding my femoral head to the shaft. And another eight weeks on the damn crutches! What I had done is this: screws in hip Basically the ER doc missed the broken hip, but then she only spent 2 minutes with me and everyone since then has gone on the assumption I only had a torn quad.
I do feel vindicated though—hell no wonder I wasn’t getting better, I had a fucking broken hip—hello!! Jesus I must be tougher then I thought I was, to walk around on a broken hip for eight weeks. I mean it hurt, but it didn’t seem that bad. Nonetheless I am right back to where I was, sitting on this chair in front of my laptop watching my great summer pass me by.
Fuck!! But I do have new pain medications, last time it was Hydrocodone and this time I have Oxycodone and Oxycontin and also a shot I have to give myself to thin my blood (evidently blood clots are a big concern in hip injuries).
So wish me luck—by the time I am off these crutches I will be 50. Odd thing is that I actually lost 10 pounds while recuperating. I am able to do dumbbells, etc. so I know it isn’t all muscle loss—but I can’t get my own food, and my wife has been feeding me. So I ended up eating very healthy and not the usual crap I ate and thus lost 10 pounds.