Narrative About Hip Surgery

I woke up startled and didn’t know where I was. I had an IV in my arm and my parents were staring at me. The doctor came in

.) SP is an 84-year-old widow recently admitted to an orthopedic ward for a total hip replacement from the anterior approach. She is widowed, but has two adult children living nearby. SP has a familial history of cancer and heart disease, and she herself has experienced several different medical issues. When discussing cares, procedure options, and having general conversations with SP the health care team needs to be especially aware of her hardness of hearing, and need to use hearing aides. A communication barrier exists between the patient and the care team. This barrier exists because of both her hearing issues and her advancing age. Safety risks from improper communication related to these barriers can greatly increase her chances of experiencing undue harm from her hospitalization. An example of how this could occur would be improper communication of what hip needs to be operated on. At all times, the health

All the patients were laying down in their beds, some were awake but most were asleep.Then another nurse came up to me and said in a sweet voice, “Hey, you're up. Would you like a popsicle?” I responded with a shy “Yes please”. She then asked what flavor and I said that I'd like a orange. She went to go get it. She went down the room to what looked like a little freezer cabinet, pulled out a drawer and withdrew the popsicle. The nurse came back over to me and handed it to me and walked away to go tell my family that I was awake. Moments later they all walked in and gave me hugs. After a while of conversing amongst each other. I was brought up to my room in the hospital. This is where I stayed the next week while I recovered. I don't have much remembrance of how it was. But, I do recall one particular night at the hospital. My dad had to work so my mom was staying with me at the hospital, she slept on a futon in the room I was in. One night I had just finished Lilo and Stitch and it was late so my mom was asleep. I wasn't remotely tired and I had some Hot Wheels cars with me in my bed. I wasn't able to get up out of the bed since I was hooked up to a machine. So, I began throwing the toy cars at my, sound asleep, mother to try and get her up to start another movie for me. I eventually ran out of ammunition. Afterwards, I hit the nurse

My mom scheduled for it to be in 2 weeks. the day comes and i am nervous, i don't know why because i know what they do, i just was. They put my IV in and put medicine in my system to make me loopy. They wheel me back to the operating room, lay me on a table and put a mask on me. the anaistgyolygest say “ count down from 10 buddy” i say “10, 9, 8-” i am out cold. about 13 hours past, its 8 o'clock, the thing i remember most is how my throat was drier than the dessert. my nurse asks “how you feel buddy?” i reply “it hurts” she told me she would take care of that, i'm not being facetious when i say this, but she turns me on my side and puts a shot in my butt. i rest for another hour then they wheel me out to the car and take me home. getting upstairs was the hardest part,

Both surgeries were excruciating; however, I listened to praise music and endured. There were some complications. One of which was I had a bad allergic reaction to a medication given to me by the second anesthetist. Miranda was the one who figured out which medication it was and helped me. Honestly, I have little memory of the two weeks I spent in Maryland and prefer to not dwell on them. My daughter Miranda carried me through the storm. She fought with faith at every turn and refused to let me go. Kevin, my parents, Mary, and Alan were there as well. Love surrounded me. Once, I was home I thought the worst was over. But, I was wrong. Night after night I woke up screaming for help in pain and found it very difficult to eat anything. I could swallow frozen ice drinks, but that was about it. I thought it was from the pain of the incision in the front of my neck and would simply heal with time; however, I was

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

Rehabilitation for the hip joint is a long, strenuous recovery because it is the major weight bearing joint for the body as well as providing several ranges of motion. Following hip arthroplasty surgery patients are non weight bearing. Initial physical therapy rehabilitation focuses on stretching the hamstrings, quadriceps, hip flexors, abductors muscles. To maintain range of motion, passive and active exercises of the hip and knee are performed. To avoid atrophy of the muscles, strengthening exercises are progressively intertwined at very low intensity levels. As the patient continues muscle strengthening activities, they will begin weight bearing with normal gait. The next stage of rehab is in the closed kinetic chain, which lowers the

That was when I met one of my hero’s in this world Dr. David A. Joos and what I think is fitting my loving sidekick and mentor Kelly. At our first visit I went through another round of x-rays. He tried everything to help me become better without having to do surgery, even casting my foot to relax it, but the pain persisted and sadly it was hard to be happy. Kelly an assistant at the clinic was the one who did my cast and seemed to always make me smile when I was about to cry. After an MRI, words I had been dreading finally came, “I am sorry, but you need total reconstructive surgery, you have flat feet and your tendon is beyond repair from the first doctor.” I will admit, later that night I did cry as yet again what I wanted to do so badly was taken away from me. I wouldn’t be able to do volleyball anymore. Strike two.

Now it was around midnight and I was settled into my ICU room. Everyone left beside my mom and dad. All I wanted to do was go to bed. Doctor after doctor would come and go checking all my vitals and putting medicine into my IV. When I did get to sleep it was only for an hour. The nurses would come in every hour to make sure I was okay. They woke me up at 6:00am to get another cat scan. The machine was in the basement that looked like it was a place in the movies where all the

Total hip replacement is a surgical procedure to remove damaged bone in your hip joint and replace it with an artificial hip joint (prosthetic hip joint). The purpose of this surgery is to reduce pain and improve your hip function.

I once went with my aunt to an event for season seat holders at Staples Center in Downtown Los Angeles to get autographs from some of the Los Angeles Kings, to tour the locker room, and to get pictures with all of the banners in Staples Center that hang way up high over the cold ice. I went with my aunt because my uncle had hip replacement surgery earlier that month, which he was still recovering from, causing him to not be able to go. I was so excited that the day felt like it took forever to come. Most of that day, I was in a pensive mood, thinking about what was to come.

It all began with excruciating pain in my right shoulder, then came many amount doctors, and finally devastating news, I was going to have to have surgery. The news hit me like a semi-truck, I had to face my worst fear on January 27, 2016. When people first heard of my unfortunate situation they would pity for they knew what happens to softball players after surgery. Surgery is one of the hardest things to come back from in the softball world. Most players do not come back from arm surgery because it is a long and painfully process. This information terrified me, I loved softball it was my passion the idea of it being taken away from me broke my heart. I could not face the facts,therefore, I pretended my surgery date would never come. I took

The surgery. The day of the surgery I had many panic, and anxiety attacks on the way there. I will never forget the feeling I had in the waiting room. When I was getting ready for the surgery I got so sick. I was so nervous. They had to give me something to calm me down. The used to calm me down started wearing off as I was being taken to the operating room...my luck. The surgery was supposed to take 20-30 mins. For me, the surgery took 5-6 hours.

After getting an IV put in, I found myself examining the various medical devices in the steri le room while I waited for the procedure to begin. Eve ntually the surgeon came in and explained what all would happen before they put me under. Being under anesthesia is a unique experience. All I remember is being told to count back from 10,

My fifteen-year-old hip grinded to a halt; my leg froze; and I stumbled forward. The ground came quickly. I rebounded from my ungraceful fall and tried to keep up with the herd of boys. It wasn’t going to happen. It wasn’t the first time; in fact; my defective hip had been messed up for a while. Almost every day after little league Football practice, we would condition. Nothing rigorous, we usually just ran a couple of laps around the field, or to the corner and back. It became pure torture. I trudged on, with the false hope my hip would get better eventually: It didn’t. People cared at first, but their sympathies were short lived. I had been demoted to the lowest caste of Football society. Not being able to participate, I felt like a lingering, terminal, illness. I felt like a racehorse desperately in need of being put down. I felt like I was just the watcher from the sideline, the has-been and the broken. I felt like the Eskimo Grandmother whose teeth can no longer chew seal skin and is left outside to freeze, gently shown the door to the igloo.