I began this series, My Hips Don’t Lie, as an assignment for a class. I finish it today as a reflection of this journey. Physical Therapy Part 13 described my post-surgical transition into recovery. As I wrote in it, I […]
Surgery number two was finished – and this road to recovery was longer than the first. To be honest, although I didn’t experience the initial trauma that I had with my first surgery the weeks following this one were some […]
November 24. The day loomed near. I placed it in my calendar as an event titled “Big step towards getting better.” I worked really hard in PT in those weeks leading up to it. I did my exercises and stretches. […]
After my first visit with Dr. Sankar, I transitioned into routine trips into Philly. I’m typically a bit directionally-challenged, but I can (almost) guarantee I can give you (almost) perfect instructions for how to get to CHOP via public transportation. My […]
Part 10! A double digit milestone! In Part 9 I diverged a bit from the hip story narrative to go into detail about not being able to run XC for a season. Today I will pick up where I left […]
Part 9 of this narrative steps out of chronological order a bit to hone in on my experience with the XC team fall 2014. The finish line always makes me emotional. It bears such significance, that chute marked by flags and cones. […]
I had planned to stay in Florida for the full summer, until early August at least. But the results from my MRI changed my carefully concocted plans. I boarded the auto train a month earlier than I thought I would […]
It’s a tight tunnel, where you get your MRI. Your body is pressed against cold, hard plastic. You can’t see your legs because the tunnel declines where they lie. The technician hands you a pair of bulky headphones and asks you […]
Yesterday I checked my little Timehop app. (If you aren’t familiar with Timehop, it’s an application that links to your social media profiles and aggregates any content posted in the past on a day by day basis). So my February […]
My leg was wet. I thought it was sweat, the sweat that poured down my face when I almost passed out. But it was blood. From my open wound, the skin severed merely a few hours ago, the skin stitched […]