(Warning! Ahead there is something rarely seen on my blog: curse words!)
Well heck, I actually AM Iron Man. I got a call yesterday from my surgeon’s office saying that my blood work showed high levels of chromium & cobalt (the materials in my hip device). The recommended maximum for those metals is 3 (3 whats, I’m not sure). Mine was 5.9 & 23.9, respectively. I don’t know if I would be considered to have metallosis, but the probably is high. However, I don’t have any extreme symptoms, other than pain in my hip.
Next up on my agenda is a hip aspiration on Monday. From what I understand (and, I’m a little hysterical at this point, so take what I say with a grain of salt), they stick a GINORMOUS needle into my hip and draw out fluid to see if there is any sign of infection. I presume that if there is infection that would have to be treated before I have surgery. I think. Really, I shouldn’t be posting these health updates with such a sketchy idea of what is going on. But I overshare – that’s who I am as a person. Plus, I need some moral support by other people who would also be horrified by this needle business.
I have a wide variety of feelings about this whole situation. Dr. M is angry (that might be an understatement). I feel more conflicted. Should my original surgeon have performed this type of surgery on me? A resounding hell no. No question – I was not in the least bit the right candidate. And I even knew that, at the time, but I trusted his judgment. So naïve. The right candidate for hip resurfacing is a young, fit, healthy man. Not a sedentary, overweight, small boned woman. Added to that, it is recommended that hip resurfacing recipients have blood testing on a regular basis to ensure that their chromium and cobalt numbers are in a safe range. Was that even remotely mentioned to me? Again, hell no. All good reasons to be very angry at my original surgeon.
But, (and Dr. M is going to be annoyed with me for writing this), I am not a snowflake carried on the winter wind wherever it wills. I am a person with the ability to manage my own healthcare and I let my own self down. During all of these years of pain I assumed that I was the faulty one, so I didn’t delve too deeply into what might actually be wrong. But even dipping a toe into the internet within a year of my procedure I would have found this article.
But (again), you know, I did try to find out what was wrong. I went to the orthopedic office two years after my surgery (after my surgeon had retired) & asked why I had so much pain when I bent forward 90 degrees or more. And the basic response was “meh.”
So, I’m conflicted. Angry. Sad. Exponentially annoyed. And come Monday I get a big ass needle to the hip, which seems a very poor way to treat someone with so many issues. The biggest sigh ever.
Here – enjoy this picture of Roy. It cheered me right up.