Its funny how life some times deals out cards. Last year I had my hip MRA yesterday. The day after my Mom died. This year it's going to be today. You just cant count your chickens around here, some things stay the same, some things change, and for the life of me, you just never know which way its going to go.
January I was doing great, climbing like a fiend, well, ok, maybe not that good. But I was climbing better than I have in years. Then I get thrown into a wall in the bathroom at the Atlanta airport by a big heifer who couldn't control her luggage. Wench didn't even apologize. I blew it off and figured I was just sore. By the time I got off the plane I could barely walk. Rats.
So now two months later the preliminary diagnosis is another hip labral tear. I could just cry.
The hip MRA is a pretty cool thing. They give you a bunch of Novocaine shots, then take a turkey baster sized syringe with a needle the size of an awl, then under the direction of the radiologist fish that thing inside the hip socket. And to make it better, I get to watch it all happen on the monitor! It's one of those really sick things that you just have to watch. The feeling when they squirt all that juice in the socket is just not to be missed...
I'm going to way lay the MRI tech after they get the films and beg him to let me look at them. I'm no radiologist, but even I can look for the what shouldn't be here thing. If I see a jagged edge, I'm f'd. If I don't, I have hope.
So lets hope that hip socket is smooth as a baby's butt. I think my boss's sanity depends on it.