My alarm clock went off at 5:45 a.m. today – that is, at least a good couple of hours before I normally get up these days (I am NOT a morning person, and I don’t start work until 11:00 a.m.!) – because my husband and I were scheduled to attend a three-hour Joint Care Clinic in preparation for his upcoming surgeries.
So I’m a little tired.
The clinic was a rather overwhelming experience, despite the fact that we sat through something similar the first time he had hip replacement surgery. Part of the problem was that our questions about this month’s surgery (that is, the insertion of an antibiotic spacer in preparation for the hip replacement revision weeks or months down the road) were looming in our minds, yet no one seemed able to address many of our queries with anything definitive. We don’t in any way fault the staff at the clinic – they were very, very informed and helpful in terms of their knowledge of total hip replacement, which was the whole focus of the clinic. I suspect that any questions about the first surgery (which is far less common) will have to be presented to and answered by my husband’s surgeon.
One of our major concerns – which hasn’t yet been answered to any degree of certainty – is whether or not the temporary spacer will be weight-bearing. The answer could make a big difference in terms of our preparation. Thing is, last time he went through this surgery we lived in a small condo with no stairs and everything within reach. Now, worries about the geography of our house – many, many steep stairs and no bathroom facilities on the main floor – are at the front of our minds.
On a lighter note, I’ve decided that we need to move to Downton Abbey for a few months. Sure, they have a lot of stairs… but life over the next while would be a whole lot easier with masses of money, the assistance of a well-trained staff of maids, footmen, and cooks, and a lovely nurse like Lady Sybil!
To quote something a friend said the other day, “Why wasn’t I born with a staff?!”
Onward and upward…























Lisa Lori via Facebook September 4, 2012 at 6:18 pm
That quote sounds like Sylvia Vander Schee….lol, only because I KNOW it wasn’t me!
Dawn Storey via Facebook September 4, 2012 at 6:19 pm
Well done, Lisa – it was indeed!
Lisa Lori via Facebook September 4, 2012 at 6:19 pm
http://www.aaos.org/
Lisa Lori via Facebook September 4, 2012 at 6:20 pm
There might be something on that site to give you some insight, it is a reliable resource but I do agree that you will have to discuss the fine details with the surgeon.
Dawn Storey via Facebook September 4, 2012 at 6:21 pm
That’s great, Lisa – I’ll definitely check that out. Thank you!
sandra tyler September 4, 2012 at 7:29 pm
Ugh. Went though all that with my miter but a good 7 years ago. I’m assuming things have changed due to all tecrecalls….I hope.
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Dawn Storey
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September 5, 2012 at 11:41 am
It’s definitely not something we’re looking forward to, that’s for sure. But we’ll get through it!
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Winnie September 4, 2012 at 9:58 pm
All the best to your hubby and wishes for a speedy recovery.
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Dawn Storey
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September 5, 2012 at 11:41 am
Thanks so much, Winnie – I appreciate your kindness.
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Kathy September 5, 2012 at 9:37 am
Sounds like you have some real challenges to overcome with all those steps and an upstairs bathroom. Things will all work themselves out. You will see. If only we all were born with a wait staff. Love it. I think my kids were because they have me. UGH. LOL
Kathy
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Dawn Storey
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September 5, 2012 at 11:42 am
I actually think having a wait staff would be rather uncomfortable, but in cases like this it would be VERY helpful!
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