Life Goes On

Over the last three weeks, my right hip and right knee have slowly been getting worse, if I leave the house, I can’t go anywhere without a stick, and then I have to be careful, if I am not walking on level ground, because my hip wants to take me in one direction, but my knee wants to go in another, listening to the bones grating is not much fun.

The annoying part, is that I feel fine in myself, and it’s so frustrating that I can’t do what I want.

Yesterday, I had an appointment with my Orthopaedic Specialist, after looking at the x-rays, he confirmed that my hip has no cartilage and now the only option is hip replacement, but they don’t do that in Rionegro, it means me having to go to a Clinic that specialises in replacement joints in Medellin, but with Covid, there is a backlog, so I have to wait and see when I will get an appointment to meet with the Team, they then make the final decision, and arrange an appointment for the surgery.

This news didn’t come as a surprise, but I have to admit, I was secretly hoping that there was some other alternative. Now it’s a waiting game, apparently I should hear something next week.

Once my hip is sorted, the Specialist says he will sort out my right knee, which I suspect will result in the same procedure. Just to make my day, he confirmed that although my left hip is not as bad as the right, in time, I will need surgery on that as well.

Marcela has finally taken the plunge and tried out the hammock swing seats, which is just as well, because it was her that wanted a hammock in the first place.

Again Pepe has lucked out, Tito is quicker on the uptake, and claims his spot, albeit, he jumped down even quicker if you start swinging!!

Pepe on the other hand is showing his age, his hip is certainly getting weaker, and it may come to the point, where he also has to have surgery, but in the meantime, I bought him his own steps

They are made of foam, and just the right height, but he isn’t sure about them, and still prefers to jump up and down, hopefully in time he will get the hang of them.

And finally… a nightime view of the garden and beyond

caught before the daily thunderstorms rolled in!

Published by Phil Sale

I moved to Colombia from Spain in 2012, and I am happily married to a Colombiana.

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