Jul 16, 2008 19:01
My regiment these past months: neuromuscular-activation therapy three times a week, osteopathy once a week. It's working. Immediately after a session on Monday, I could walk painlessly and with relative ease for a few blocks. For those few blocks I was euphoric. I was looking up at buildings instead of at the ground (lest I stumble), I was happy with the world. Even an hour later, when all the pains -- physical, psychical -- had returned, lying on my back, I derived optimism and security from the mere fact that I still possessed the potential for such uninhibited joy.
I had an X-ray today, 17 months after the injury. Avascular necrosis is what they call bone dying from lack of blood supply after a trauma. It wasn't at all present in the X-Rays I had taken in January, but these X-Rays look grim even to an amateur's eye. It's pretty clear now that my femoral head (top of the femur, which locks in the hip ball-socket) is imploding. According to my surgeon, nothing can be done about my hip's trajectory. The fact that I was to develop symptoms of avascular necrosis 17 months after my injury was predetermined at the moment of impact. Whether my avascular necrosis will be consequential any time soon (the pain isn't yet from bone degeneration) is similarly both decided and unknowable. I may need a full hip replacement in a month, or this could remain latent for 20 years.
On just a slightly different note, I enjoyed, but didn't love, Kundera's 'The Unberable Lightness of Being,' though it was truly beautifully written. I haven't read a book that quickly in a while.