OVERLY-DRAMATIC HEADLINE ALERT! Sorry about that, folks, I couldn’t resist. Sadly, it’s true. I don’t like that I’m writing back-to-back posts about health problems, but those are the cards I’ve been dealt this week.
First, let me address the depression that I discussed in my last post. Break out the bubbly, because I’m over it. I have this blog to thank, because writing about it really helped process what I was thinking. It was therapeutic. And thanks to the family and friends that reached out. That was a really wonderful help, too.
So what do I have to complain about this time? My hip. Something happened over the weekend. Something bad. I don’t even know what it was. On Saturday night, I went to bed feeling great. No aches, no pains, no soreness, no indications that there was anything out of the ordinary.
When I awoke on Sunday morning, I could barely move. There was an intense horrific pain in my right hip. I got up to turn off my alarm and screamed, out loud. It hurt. I could barely walk. I couldn’t bend at the waist beyond 20 or 30 degrees.
The pain was deep, right where my hip bone meets my pelvis. I had slightly more mobility in my leg when I was lying down, as I wasn’t putting any weight on it, but it was still painful.
I had a good talk about the situation with my father, a physician – a crummy topic of conversation to have on Father’s Day, that’s for sure – and cancelled my day’s plans, including a picnic in the Arboretum and a friend’s birthday party that evening. I spent the day in bed. When I was utterly bored with my bed, I (very slowly) repositioned myself to the couch.
I dug out my Aleve and have taken plenty of it. I’ve been icing, which provides relief. And my friend Tavi brought over a delicious dinner (thank you so much Tavi!) and a 4-pound carton of Epsom salt, so I’ve been soaking in the tub, which feels absolutely phenomenal (even though I’m a little too tall for my tub).
Monday was slightly better. I felt better in the morning, and got some work done, but then the pain increased, and I found it really hard to focus. The afternoon was rougher, although I was able to take a nap, after which I felt better. Throw in another Epsom bath, and I felt good enough to write this blog post.
When I talked to my dad on Sunday, I told him that if the condition worsened, I’d get myself to Urgent Care or the ER. So far, it hasn’t worsened. I still don’t know what brought this pain on. My aunt suggested in might be bursitis, which is an inflammation of the pads that separate joints from muscles and tendons. Maybe I sprained or pulled something deep in my leg – which is a possibility, because I had four exhausting, excellent workouts in the 4 days prior. Whatever it is, I’m slowly getting better, and hopefully that trend will continue.
I’ll keep you posted!
Keep it up, David.