Today I bit the bullet and re-visited my GP re: my hip. I felt silly visiting with such a loosey-goosey complaint, but I had also just gotten a letter from my insurance saying that they were discontinuing my PT after 5 sessions (and I tap out at 5 on Friday), and that I’d need my doctor’s recommendation to continue.
I’m not so sure I need to continue. I’m doing most of the exercises at home on my own. If anything good comes of this, it will be that I have a butt of steel.
I’m glad I saw my PT though. He agreed that I wasn’t healing as quickly as I should be. He sent me off for x-rays and with a referral to a sports orthopedist. Lucky for me, an x-ray appt was available in the afternoon, and the sports doc had an opening Saturday morning. So although physically nothing as changed, mentally, I’m doing much better. I feel in control.
And the fact that it’s raining horribly makes me happy that at least if I can’t run, no one else can either. (i know, i know, rotten thoughts will get me nowhere, but…it’s so hard to see other people out there running when I can’t!)
My good mood spread over to dinner and snacks. I whipped up some lasagna, and then whoopie pies and caramel apples. My kids must have been thinking “who’s this woman and what did she do with our mother…” But I didn’t hear any complaints!