On December 19, 2013 I had the labrum of my left hip repaired. I had been experiencing pain for over eight months until I finally went to my primary doctor. I got an X-ray which didn't show anything, and a referral to the orthopedic doctor. The ortho doctor requested an MRI with contrast and a steroid shot in the hip to help diagnose what was going on. The steroid shot, if the pain went away, meant that the problem was in the hip. It didn't do squat. The MRI, however, showed something different, and that was the problem: the labrum was shredded. Dr. Jackson, my orthopedic doctor, said that he would do one of three things when he operated on me:
- He would repair the labrum.
- He would get a cadaver labrum and replace mine.
- He would do nothing at all.
Needless to say he was able to repair it. Since it was outpatient, I got to go home that afternoon. My best friend was taking care of me and she brought her two pups with her since no one at home was able to take care of them. Long story short, my two girl dogs got into a fight that evening, my left pinky was bit three times by Lily, I had 9 stitches in the pinky which then got infected which meant I had a hospital stay of 5 days to get IV antibiotics. Not a happy camper in December. The tip of my finger is broken and there's a bump on the right side of the tip. The break jutted the bone to the right, hence the bump.
Okay, enough about that. Seriously, drama drama drama. Done with it!
Lately I have been thinking about my father. I am missing him so much that my heart hurts. I can't believe in a month it will be four years since he passed away. Four years! I was remembering the other day when Mama was alive and it was the anniversary of her mother's death. She would say the same thing as I that the years go by so fast and the memories are as clear of our loved ones death just as if it happened yesterday.
I was thinking that it was four years ago that Daddy was starting his decline. The coughing was becoming more and more and he was getting shortness of breath. He was just beginning his life here in Tallahassee and it's such a shame that he didn't get to enjoy it. I would run errands with him on my day off from work and we would enjoy each other's company. I miss that, a lot.
When Daddy was at Hospice, I would look out his window and see the birds at the feeder. Cardinals were there happily eating the seed and the squirrels, too, after they shooed away the birds. But the cardinals, the male cardinals with their vibrant red color and the black accentuating the brightness of the red, they were gorgeous. So now, when I see a male cardinal, I think of my father. Maybe it's Daddy fulfilling my wish that if he's okay he will send a cardinal my way. I saw one this morning.
I just hope that he and Mama are having a good time, wherever they are. It's hard to not have a parent any more to speak with. I still want to pick up the phone and call either my mom or dad just to talk about whatever is going on in our lives and shoot the breeze. I guess I can, in my heart.