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December 28, 2017
2AM and Gizmo hops off the bed. I growl at the thought of going down stairs to let him out. Then I think of his poor choices to go potty inside. Shit. I decide to take on the responsibility and drag my tired butt out of bed. I take the first step down the stairs when all the sudden I am flung down. Head over heals and landing hard as can be on my left hip. Tumbling to the bottom I land like am avalanche crashing over the road. Tears roll down my face, as all I can utter is: "fuck." The pain is setting in. I'm not sure I can move, but all I see is Gizmo running around like a headless chicken. I crawl to the door to let him out. The pain shooting through me is like bullets ripping every muscle I have. I grab ahold of the couch and try to pull myself to a standing position. My legs shake and and I instantly know putting weight on my left leg isn't going to happen. My hip is done for. Shit. Shit. Shit. What am I going to do. Everyone is sleeping. I let Gizmo back in. I make my way to the stairs as tears are streaking my face. The pain I am in is umbarable. I have no choice but to crawl back up the stairs to get to Waylon for some help. Yelling and waking kids is NOT an option. One step at a time, I drag my body up the stairs. I crawl to the side of the bed. At this point I am sobbing. Waylon wakes and turns on the light to figure out what happened. He assess the damage and helps me into bed. Getting pain meds on board I am finally able to calm down and coast back into an uncomfortable sleep. I wake the next morning with the feeling of being ran over. Every part of my hurts. I still can't walk, my head is throbbing, I'm dizzy, I am bruised horribly. I'm staying in bed. I sleep most of the day. The next morning I wake up, today, and I still can't walk. Shit. Ok. I guess I should go get checked out. I went to prompt care and cocky Dr. gave me a: "why the hell did you wait" look. Fuck off. She thought something for sure was broken in my hip. X-rays came back and she didn't see anything. She said after a radiologist reviews it she would call if they see something, but it is highly unlikely. Ok. Good. No breaks.
An hour later my phone rings. Apparently, I have a bone growth on my hip joint that has been there and I irritated it enough to cause pain. This also explains why I have struggled with my hip for some time now. Just fucking great right?!?! The radiologist said that I will need to see my PCP to get a referral to an orthopedic surgeon. If it isn't fixed it can cause permanent damage which would lead to needing a total hip replacement. Holy fuck! Seriously? I can't make this shit up! Why does all this stuff happen to me? Ahhhh. Merry FUCKING Christmas, again!