This morning I went to see an orthopedic surgeon in Colorado Springs. The result? Get off your tenterhooks and I’ll tell you.
I’m very very very happy. I got a good exam from a sympatico doctor, with a sense of humor, who really listened to me when I told him my story, explained the procedure he would be doing and what the rehab would be like. He explained that for the next 6 weeks I had to do physical therapy (a Medicare requirement) unless the therapist said PT would be useless on my hip. I was given a cortisone injection in my hip with a needle about 10 meters long (exaggeration) — that hurt! — also a Medicare requirement. “After six weeks, you come back and we talk about surgery, OK?”
My fear was that I would not be a candidate for the minimally invasive procedure, but I am a good candidate. My rehab will be a LOT shorter than with the other procedure. I will be able to go home-home two days after surgery and I’ll be walking with a cane, not a walker or crutches. In four months I’ll be able to do anything.
The doctor is one of the highest rated orthopedic surgeons in the country AND he’s familiar with the San Luis Valley and has done work down there — surgery on people who’ve suffered farm injuries — flying into the various rural airports in the Valley.
I liked him a lot. I trust him and was impressed by his friendly professionalism and his patience with me because, you know, I have a lot of issues around this thing.
“There won’t be any limitations on your activities after this,” he said. “You can even run.”
My guess now is that in about 3 months I’ll have the surgery. I’ll have to get those old skis repaired.