As many of you'll recall I posted last week about the latest challenges the ongoing saga of my hip. Thanks again to all of my Spark friends who reached out with very kind and supportive words of encouragement.
I've been hesitating to post an update until I had some definitive news, but alas, nearly ten days later I'm still in limbo land. For my friends who have been cheering on ArgyMargy and me this week in our shared goal to reach 178 only to watch us both fail fantastically (sorry Margy… it is kind of a fantastic fail, no?), I can only say this update will probably explain this week's failure on my part.
So at last update I went in for an aspiration of my hip last Friday thinking it would be a reasonably quick and easy procedure only to find myself on the table for nearly two hours as they tried get the needle properly positioned. Oh, and you'll recall that this test was ordered by a new doc (doc 2) I recently consulted when the surgeon I was seeing (doc 1) failed to take me seriously. Okay… so on the way home from the procedure doc 1 calls me and we spoke very briefly. He stated that neither he nor doc 2 actually think my hip is infected; that doc 2 only ordered the test as a precaution; and he'd like to see me in his office next week, which is actually this week since the conversation was last week (hey, I gotta get some humor in here somewhere!!). I called and got an appt to see him on Wed of this week -- 2 days ago. I was hoping I would have the results of the hip aspiration by then so that we could have a substantive conversation. I intended to give him one last benefit of the doubt.
But back to the procedure on Friday. I had originally heard that the results would be ready within 24 hours, then doc 1 when we spoke briefly indicated they would probably have to grow a culture which would take 3 to 5 days. Obviously anxious to get the result I called the hospital where the procedure was done first thing on Monday morning to see when the results would be in and was informed they were ready on Saturday and had been transmitted to doc 2 the same day. Great! I call doc 2's office and ask for the asst and get transferred to VM. Left a message. Wait all day for a call back. No call. Tues AM I call the hospital to inquire if I can come pick up my results -- the answer is yes. I drive down there and find out the "results" the guy intended to release was nothing more than a report describing the procedure, not the lab results indicating whether there's an infection. He tells me they can't release the lab results. I ask for a supervisor and am escorted to the lab office. I stayed calm and controlled but I know I must have looked deadly serious. The woman says, "well, we prefer for your physician to discuss the results with you." My response: "My doctor has had the results since Saturday and has not returned my call. When he gets first in line to pay the bill he can get first in line for the results. I would like my results please." The woman very calmly turned to her computer and printed my results. She didn't take an attitude; she was really quite calm. When I realized she was complying without argument I thanked her for making it so easy and expressed my appreciation. As she was folding the paper to put it in an envelope she explained to me that the result was "inconclusive" because they didn't get enough of a sample to test it properly. She said they will probably want to repeat the procedure. Then she walked into the hallway with me and very nicely told me that her information is noted on the printout and that if I need anything at all I should not hesitate to contact her directly. Wow. Her kindness brought tears to my eyes.
I now know … oh wait… Shaun White the Olympic snowboarder is filling in for Regis on Regis and Kelly. There's something about the kid I really like. Can't help rooting for him. Seems so genuine. Just had to say that.
Okay, moving on… I now know that the aspiration was "inconclusive" but I need to find out where that leaves me. Doc 2's asst promised me before the procedure that as soon as the result was in she would expedite me in to meet with doc 2 so I was anxious to have that happen.
After a couple of more phone calls I find out the asst is out sick, but another asst will communicate with the doc and get back to me. I finally got the call late on Tuesday -- Doc 2 wants to redo the aspiration and he plans to do it himself. Cool, this is good news as far as I'm concerned. He can hopefully get a good sample and it's an opportunity to ask additional questions of him in case it turns out not to be an infection (which I'm still hoping it's not, even though it would be fun to prove doc 1 wrong).
I know that scheduling to get a surgeon into a radiology suite isn't the easiest so I expected it would take a few days. I got an update call yesterday and it sounds like they're aiming to try and get me in on either Tuesday or Thursday of next week with the understanding that Tuesday would be strongly preferred.
In the meantime, on Wednesday I went in for my meeting with doc 1. It was a total disaster. He acted surprised to see I'm still on crutches, reiterated his belief that the hip aspiration is unnecessary because he doesn't believe it's an infection, repeating that several times although on the last time adding, "but if it is an infection we'll just have to deal with that." Again he poo-poo'd my swim program and concluded that the problem lies in my needing more physical therapy to strengthen my weak hip. When I asked questions he cut me off and shot me down. He refuses to discuss any specifics of the PT he's recommending but insists that my aquatic program isn't enough. I tried explaining that the point was to move onto land but pain has me moving backwards instead of forwards but he just doesn't get it. When I expressed that I didn't appreciate his habit of rolling his eyes and pointing at his temple to tell me it's all in my mind he became very agitated and began really raising his voice and actually got really defensive and started reading to me from his notes because he doesn't appreciate my suggestion that he hasn't been taking me seriously. When I point out that his tone at that very moment was inappropriate and offensive (as I was coming down off the table to make an exit) that put him over the edge. I was so focused on trying to limp across the room to get my pants and find a way to gracefully put them on (no small feat, and one of my major complaints) that I'm not sure what he said exactly, but as I was putting my pants on he says something about how he doesn't appreciate that I'm arguing with him and I said, "I'm not arguing with you, in fact, I'm trying to disengage from you. Don't you see me putting my pants on?" He moved towards the door, said loudly that he's recommending PT and I should come back to see him in six weeks. He made a point to tell me he's putting it in his notes. He said the choice is mine whether I follow through. As I walked out through reception one of the desk girls shouted out "are you okay?" I simply said "nope" and kept hobbling on. I was shaking for ten minutes after I left. In all the years I've been dealing with this problem I've never encountered a doc like this one.
I'm writing a song about him. It's gonna go something like this --
Doctor blank blank is a hack
I wish I had my own hip back
He says the pain is in my mind
I'd like to shove this implant up his behind
My ortho surgeon is an *ss
Ya, I know this too shall pass
Dislike him even more than Bush
I'd like to shove this implant hard up his tush
(Edited to add: I hope that didn't offend anyone. Apologies if it did.)
Be assured I'm laughing not crying. It's stressful but I think the guy is an egomaniac and I'm not going to let him and his opinions get in my way.
It's Friday morning and I'm still in limbo land waiting to hear from doc 2 about the repeat aspiration procedure. Hoping to hear something today but it might not be until Monday.
So, there you have it. Last week I was celebrating 40 pounds lost and this week I've been hanging on by my fingernails, probably back up by 2 to 3 pounds. Hey, do I get to count it twice if I lose it twice?
I'm claiming this as a lost week. I haven't even weighed myself!!!
I'm glad Margy has been here to share in the shame with me!!!