What Did She Do THIS Time?!?!

I think it's about time to update those that don't know...since the next time anyone sees this little ray of sunshine, she'll be on crutches. Yea...sooo...In the latest episode of, What Did She Do THIS Time? And like all mothers are prone to hear, the response would loudly be...

IT WASN'T ME!!!

I'll give you the much-abbreviated version as I'm currently awaiting my limo ride back to the OR. :/  I'm heading back to have hip surgery...not a replacement...sheesh, how old do you actually think I am?!? Don't answer that. But again, sticking to the bare bones here...my right hip (you know the hip...the cracked pelvic bone hip...the football-player-tackling torn tendon hip...the Bryce-pregnancy-random leg giving out hip...yea, that one) started giving me a lot of grief (translated mega-pain) last May or so. Buuuuttttt, I had a grad party to plan...and then quarantining with 9 people...and then a wedding...you feel me?! So in July/August, I started the process of trying to figure out what was going on through X-rays, PT, even did POOL PT...youngest one in the pool, thank you very much. Finally, an October MRI revealed a large laberal tear and a large para laberal cyst, which was also compressing the nerve. Surgery was necessary, but it was January before a surgeon could see me. Thanks Covid. Plus, Chris said I couldn't have the surgery in November anyway...big shout out to Bambi...nice...and it would've been no bueno during the holidays with our whole crew coming home...so here we are. 

I saw the docs at Mayo on January 12th. They wanted to do the surgery on January 15th. Ummm...nah. Eva's a busy gal. It's gonna take me a hot minute to shut down my life, Doc. Plus, I decided it would be best to finish Large Group Speech season before getting laid up. As it is, Sweeney graciously agreed to step in and help me with Individual Speech...so never fear, the show WILL go on! :) 

Incidentally, I had planned to also see the docs at the U since it was so much closer/easier. Although I felt really comfortable with Mayo...I mean, it's Mayo...I still thought I should try the U. However, my dad's death and subsequent funeral, forced me to cancel my appointment in Iowa City. I took that as confirmation to follow through with Mayo because in typical Eva fashion, I was praying that God would close one of the doors...that He did. 

Regardless, in regard to the specifics of the surgery, they will go in with three arthroscopic scopes to accomplish the tasks (another reason I wanted to come to the big wigs). They'll repair the tear by using some special "anchors" that actually are a bio-composite that will eventually turn into bone. Whoa. Then they remove the cysts, and also shave down the bone that has been tearing the laberal over the course of many years. SO...see...I'm completely innocent of any wrong-doing here...the Eva-factor had zilch to do it this time around. 

Biggest gripe in my book, non-weight bearing for 4-6 weeks...no driving. Bleh. Who's got time for that nonsense?!? 

Ain't nobody, I tell ya. Nobody

Some interesting info: we've got ourselves a classic chicken/egg situation here. Since it's likely that the bone has been like this since I stopped growing...7th grade, in case you're hung up on useless trivia...it's unclear whether all my injuries to the right hip were caused by these pre-existing weaknesses or whether the weaknesses were made so much worse due to the traumatic injuries. Classic chicken or the egg. But most importantly...IT WASN'T ME! 

UPDATE: not sure how you can update what never was published, and yet, here I am, doing just that. My best friends (if you've ever had a surgery, you know who) came to wheel me back before I was able to publish this post, but I WAS just going to say that it was supposed to be 1.5 hr outpatient surgery! But...Eva...so that turned into a 3 hr outpatient surgery...which then turned into yet another Eva-saga...same song, different verse. The good news is that everything has been dealt with, even the tear was worse than they initially thought. However, LOOOOONG story but to sum it up, its debatable again the cause...but I ended up being admitted last night because I couldn't come out of anesthesia (common problem for me), but every time I'd drift back off, I'd stop breathing...kind of frowned upon here at Mayo. Then I couldn't swallow which also made me keep freak out because I couldn't breathe. And then apparently I passed out or had a stroke, whatever...gonna go with the former. So they moved me over to the main hospital and kept me in PACU, trying to monitor me, with the hopes of still going home. After an hour of more of the same, they admitted me to a room...where I remain at this time. so friends...yep...that about sums it up. Never straight-forward...never easy...but hey...also never boring!!!