the old man is snoring.
He went to bed,
and bumped his head,
and couldn’t get up
in the morning.
This silly song from my childhood played in my head as I woke up this morning and saw the gray skies through my rain-spattered bedroom window. I’d have been up dancing to it, except my stupid hips hurt too much.
I knew I shouldn’t have bragged about feeling so good, so pain-free, in that last blog post. I did jinx myself. When am I going to learn to listen to my intuition? When it starts yelling, it usually has a really good reason. Sigh.
I took Mom and my aunt to the local Indian casino for lunch yesterday (there’s a great buffet there). After we ate, we wandered around the massive building, looking for a couple of penny slot machines so they could sacrifice some money to the gambling gods. My hip joints felt odd. Not painful, but loose, as if the ball joints could slip out of their cups and dislocate at any moment. I put the sensation down to my workout the day before and ignored it.
When we left the casino a half-hour later, a low, steely gray cloud cover had replaced the sunny blue sky and fluffy white clouds we’d started the day with. Mom and Aunt expressed dismay and instantly felt cold and shivery (though it was still in the mid-60s). I turned the car’s heater on for them. I was pleased. We really need the rain and, as I’ve mentioned before, I enjoy it. Let it rain, I thought.
But when we got home and I was getting out of the car, I felt like I’d rusted into position. My hips and knees creaked and whimpered as I stood up. By the time I got into the house, my knees were okay but hips had started that naggy, low aching I’ve become so accustomed to. I’ve just got to accept that nothing is going to actually cure this trochanteric bursitis. It’s chronic. The inflammation and pain it causes might ease up and even seem to go away when I’m working out and the barometer is steady, but as soon as the air pressure rises or falls, my hips will protest just like my RA joints always have.
When I went to bed last night, I discovered that once again I couldn’t lay on one hip or the other for more than a few minutes before the aching intensified enough to make me groan. If I lay on my back, the pain in both hips intensified. Fortunately, the sleep aid I’ve been taking worked to allow me to drift off, but even with it the pain woke me frequently through the night as I rolled from one hip to the other.
A week from tomorrow I’ve got an ultrasound therapy session scheduled. I was hoping that I wouldn’t even need it, thanks to resistance training. That hope has been dashed, so I’ll hold out hoping for the ultrasound to make a difference. If it doesn’t, and the workouts don’t, either, I’ll have to make a decision: Live with this chronic hip pain for the rest of my life, or let a surgeon remove both of the offending bursae.
It’s not a decision I have to make this minute, thank goodness. Instead, I need to get myself moving, exchange my pajamas for workout clothes and skadoodle for the gym. I’ve not tried working out while my hips ached before, and my bloody hands are twingy, too. Today’s session should be … interesting.
UPDATE: This morning’s workout went just fine. During the first 20 minutes of the session, on the recumbent bike, my fatigue-burn in my legs quickly overpowered the bursitis ache in my hips. Once done with that and using the weight machines, I was able to use my hands when they were necessary without any trouble. I left the gym glowing profusely (glowing being the ladylike word for sweating like a pig), went home and took a warm shower, ate a healthy lunch and now, I’m resting. My hips ache, but you know what? I’m proud of myself for working out successfully anyway. There was a time when I’d have rationalized my way out it. What’s different now? I have a better understanding of why I’m exercising. It has little to do with how I look and everything to do with having strong muscles, hard bones and a strong heart.