Goodbye, little apple, with your ridges so worn Goodbye to your craters and edges Goodbye to the blemished, the bruised, and the scorned Goodbye to the old rotten benches Goodbye to the pain that mars every step Every bend, every sway, every turn The flaming hot lava that runs through your neck The catching, the… Continue reading Goodbye, Little Apple (a poem)
Alright friends, I have to admit, I've been holding out on you. I've been keeping this bit of juicy gossip under my hat for some time now, but I really can't keep a secret any longer. It's time for me to share some big big big big news... I'm having a hip replacement! In less… Continue reading A Shiny New Hip
I can't tell you how many times I've heard "you're too young to have hip problems!" in my life. People are so very predictable. I'm not sure where this notion originated that hip problems are only for the elderly. People can have all types of problems. We all have problems. Problems, problems, problems all day… Continue reading On Being an Adult with a “Childhood Disease”
It is currently 3am, and I've been lying in bed, unable to get back to sleep, for over an hour and a half. Around 1:30 I woke up with a seething, burning, throbbing pain in my left hip. I tried to adjust my position, but my hip was so stiff that moving it even an… Continue reading Thoughts at 3am, Awake with Pain
Of course, the casts didn't work. My hip never re-grew into a nice, smooth ball and socket, like the doctors intended. Even the leg braces they put me into after the casts didn't work. Those highly uncomfortable plastic and metal leg braces strapped around my thighs, which I wore faithfully for two years, which made… Continue reading I’m a little angry right now.
Anyone who has ever been in a plaster cast for any length of time knows that the day you finally get to have your cast removed is, in that moment, the BEST day of your life. It's something that you MORE than look forward to; it's practically a re-birth. I was in a body cast… Continue reading The tale of two body casts
The second level of Shriner's Hospital was the inpatient floor, where children from all over the world came to call home while they were being evaluated or treated for various physical disabilities. Between the ages of seven and twelve, I stayed there overnight more times than I can count. The memories bring up a lot… Continue reading The Second Floor