This is the Beginning

I’ve started this blog in order to track (not quite the right word… in order to document- sounds too official) my journey with what the doctor thinks is a labral tear in my left hip. I want to tell my story because, frankly, it has been a long journey so far and I don’t even have a solid diagnosis yet.

It all began Spring 2015. I had two incidents that we (that being my husband and me) think caused the injury. I cannot point out exactly which one was the catalyst, or if they actually caused the problem. My husband’s theory involves me, a 700 pound steer and an alleyway with not enough room to hold the both of us. Painful story short, I got squished and/or ran over by said steer in the space not fully big enough to hold one of us, let alone both. My theory includes my barrel horse, a misstep and a fall at a jackpot. I walked away with nary a limp, but photographs taken at said race show my limbs all akimbo, looking pretty painful. I was 25 so I guess I was still in the stage where I bounced well after a fall.

That was March. By May 2015 I was limping, experiencing hip and lower back pain to the point where my running was being interrupted by the pain. At this point I wasn’t riding because I was staying with my parents and nursing my mom during her fight with pancreatic cancer. I attributed my aches and pains to sitting in waiting room chairs at various hospitals and clinics while dealing with my mother’s illness. “I just need a chiropractic adjustment and some stretching,” I’d say.

By August I was back in my own home and frustrated. I went to get a chiropractic adjustment where my doctor decided that my neck and shoulders needed more attention than my lower back. The pain would come and go, so I assumed it was my running that was aggravating my hips so I’d back off for a bit. My mileage was pretty low to begin with (about 3 miles per run, 2-3 times a week) so it wasn’t like I was increasing too fast or over training. I’d gimp for a few days, feel better and move on with my life.

This cycle continued until January 2016. I spent a few days in the house, unable to stand up from standing without some support (I used my tall foam roller). My left hip was practically non-weight bearing. I finally went in for a doctor’s opinion. My regular practitioner noticed that something was definitely “up” and sent off a referral and some x-rays.

The hip doctor saw my x-rays and said I needed an MRI as he practically rushed me out the door. I went for a second opinion, she agreed with the first “hip guy” and said it was fine to keep “doing what I was doing.”

At the time I was running very little, but riding quite bit and competing. I was compensating quite a bit. I switched ┬áto a treeless saddle and made sure to rubber band my feet in the stirrups. My left leg would just shake after a run. While at the Lone Star Arena in Stephenville, a friend had to remove the rubber bands from my stirrups because I couldn’t bend my leg enough to remove it. He was afraid I was having a fit, from the way my leg was shaking.

It is now March 2017. I finally got my MRI, almost a year after it had been ordered. We ended up scheduling in a private clinic because I was told that I would be waiting an additional 4-6 months before I could be scheduled. I find out more information about what exactly is going on tomorrow when I see my doctor (hip doc #3, if you count my second opinion from Summer 2016).

My husband grounded me from riding when my horse fell on me three weeks ago in the snow. I had an impressive bruise on my right thigh for awhile and now my right hip is starting to act like my left. I hope its just the after effect of the fall or compensating for the left one.

Until next time, keep hopping along!