So how did I break my hip socket? Well one day me and my friend Danny, decided to walk his dogs.
We were not drinking, we were not toking, we were completely sober.
So walking along as we were just to get the dogs exercise, "Atlas" the formidable Great Pyrenees that he is, decided to get wanderlust. He unexpectedly jerked me in a really unfortunate direction, because well he is a dog and he saw something he was curious about.
So it happened.
I fell down, tripped on the curb, and of course me being me, (if you are gonna do something do it all the way type guy) fell ever so perfectly on my hip.
The immediate pain was so unbearable. I chose to just lay there in pain whimpering. Danny being the most awesome guy ever tried helping me up repeatedly. I just couldn't move. I had to stay still, with every movement I made I was in immediate pain. The pain at one point was too much that I passed out.
These types of breaks are very rare. The way it was broken was such that, basically, Imagine yourself driving a nail into a piece of wood.
The top of my femur went into the ball/socket part of the hip. Much like a centre-punch.
On May 20th was the 1st surgery. The first surgery was to clear debris, about 4 cm worth of bone and cartilage. That surgery went fine, Minimal pain etc. And also in our medical atmosphere in Canada, I will give kudos to perhaps one of the best hospitals I have ever been to. Misericordia in Edmonton.
So after the first surgery, I was in relative, little pain. They only had to "Dig around" the nerves etc to get the debris clear.
After 1 week of sitting on my butt, And my butt did NOT enjoy sitting/laying on the hospital bed for that length of time. Yep, after 1 week my one butt cheek was in terrible pain from laying/sitting. Breaking a Hip socket is no joke. It only gets more painful with further surgeries. Just the pain from laying there should be enough to make sure no-one should ever go through this.
So week 2.
Still laying/doing nothing but existing. On may 28th I had the Major surgery done. I wake up like normal etc. The anesthetist offered me a Spinal, (basically a epidural), I said ok, reluctantly. I don't and didn't like the idea of anyone poking around my spinal nerves. But I accepted. So i wake up, Oh hey no pain at all. Oh right... I had a spinal done. a couple hours pass. I am in the most extreme pain I have ever been in all my life. I can almost, but not quite, compare it to a Fire victim. It's wht worst kind of pain ever. Just nothing but a burning, aching pain that refuses to go away.
I dealt with this pain for about 2 to 3 days. I had asked the doctors to increasingly give me stronger doses of whatever they had. I started on Codeine, At about 120mg. It didn't do anything, So then we tried injecting, It worked for a little bit. Then my body became immune. Then we tried Morphine as a pills. Nope, didn't work. What you take as pills is about half as effective as straight injections. Ok so, where can we go next?
Well... Where do you think?
We went to Oxycodone. It also worked, for about a few days. I had argued with the docs I don't want that shit in my body. It's also something, I think, anyone can't ignore. I think the most important message here is, PAIN MANAGEMENT. To those of you that do not want narcotics in their blood, I implore you, TAKE the damned medication and don't abuse it.
So 1 week after major surgery, all the doc could do is stabilize the break. The pain management issue was finally under control. I was feeling better and better. My sister whom I love dearly and ever so much offered me a place to stay after I was discharged from hospital, after enduring 2 weeks of meals that are shit. I declined at first. (stupidly) When I finally came home after the 2 week stay at hospital, I found I could not get around at all. I had to go to my sisters. She, at least had a home I could navigate easily. The whole stairs thing. STAIRS are your enemy with this type of break.
So the stairs issue, for me, It's just way too damned hard to navigate a place that has stairs. 15 minutes to just walk up a flight of stairs is dumb. That's why I made the decision to go stay with my sister for a few weeks.
So after staying with my sister for a few weeks, I find myself wanting to do something. There is actually not a whole lot I can. the constant nerve pain is almost disabling, well not almost, it is. I moved back in much better condition. I at least can now Navigate myself around with much ease.
After about 2 weeks or so of being back here, the pain has subsided in the nerves. But unfortunately the pills I was taking Gabapentin have given me A LOT of grief, had i know what this crap does to you when you try to stop taking them, I would have absolutely not started. You just can't stop taking, you gotta be weened. I was having so much anxiety and shaky after about 2 days of not taking them. It's still ongoing even now. I am just hoping tomorrow I won't go through all this mental weird shit. Here is a link that explains the withdrawals and symptoms better.
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Will keep updating, just trying to get rid of this insane anxiety, it's like your mind runs a million miles a minute.
