More $10 College Words

Dysplasia (isn't that something German shepherds get and have to be put down?), Acetabulum, Femoral head,acetabular labral tear,intervertebral, Dysplastic.

Lets talk about Dysplasia of the Hip, which is what I have. Checking Wikkepidea it gave me two choices one for Hip Dysplasia(canine) or Hip Dysplasia (human). Referring to the German shepherds, I don't want to be put down, soooo I believe I chose wisely. Human.

So Wikkepidea says:
Hip dysplasia, developmental dysplasia of the hip (DDH)[1] or congenital dysplasia of the hip (CDH)[2] is a congenital or acquired deformation or misalignment of the hip joint.

What Dr. Richard Jackson told me was that my hips didn't develop properly after I I was born. I told him about my broken leg at 2 months old and being in body casts he said that may have contributed but did not cause it.

The following is a quiz...What picture best depicts what my hip looks like.



Did you guess!? If you guessed C you would be right.

So what happens now. On August 3rd I get to have a hip resurfacing which is where they place a titanium and chrome piece in.





The doctor said I'll be back to normal within 3 weeks. Much to my PT's delight, she will be able to punish/push me even further.

Oh in case you were wondering....the MRI stated I have unremarkable Ovaries.

So much for Bursitis...at least I know what it is now.

WARNING - BOYS IN THE CAR

We had the opportunity to Cook for the Stake Girls Camp Friday Night Dinner held at the Heber Camp Site. This is the night when all the Stake People are there, plus the girls and leaders. About 350 in all. We did Dutch oven Potatoes from scratch, Dutch Oven Chicken with Creamy Mushroom Sauce and 22 pans of Cobbler, using 10 dutch ovens, 2 bags of charcoal, 44 cans of pie filling, 22 cans of sprite 24 cake mixes, 8 lbs of bacon, 16 bags of chicken breasts (24 per bag, cut in 1/2) 3 Giant size tubs of sour cream, 30 cans of cream of mushroom soup, 8 cloves of garlic, 6 bags of Yukon gold red skinned potato's. And an 88 dollar easy up. These are the facts.

Earlier that morning, I had said a morning prayer that all would go well and we wouldn't have any mechanical problems. About 30 min. before we were to leave Michael noticed a nail in the Suburban Tire. With all the dutch ovens etc. loaded the Suburban was pretty heavy, and if we would have gotten a flat tire, we wouldn't have made it in time to cook. So off to Johnson Tire to get it fixed.

We finally made it to Heber Camp about 1 hour later that we wanted to. We were checking in and the Elderly Elder looked in the back and said "Whatcha got in there 1 girl and two boys?" We though that was kinda odd especially when he said he couldn't let us in because we had boys! I thought he was just joking. But turns out he was VERY serious. He made us follow him to the Admin. Building where we needed to get a hold of the Head Elder. When the Head Elder couldn't be reached on the radio, Elderly Elder kept saying he couldn't allow us in because of the BOYS. We tried to explain that they were our children and our work force and if they weren't allowed in we wouldn't be able to cook. I even whispered to him " So You Want to See my Temple Recommend?" He didn't think that was to funny, "That ain't got nothin to do with it!" I assured him I was kidding! still no smile. Then I noticed a sign they had on the front desk, a quote from Pres. Spencer W. Kimble, stating in Big Bold Letters "EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT". I pointed that out. Again nothing!.. Elderly Elder made a decision to take us up to the camp host and let her make the decision. We followed him and he parked his truck to block the road. Long story short...The camp host made an executive decision, using common sense, and decided the BOYS were not going to ravish the girls and allowed us to cook. Of course we had to promise they would stay in our site!

Want to know the best 88 dollar investment? An easy up-We got the easy up set up and 10 min later it poured! It didn't stop raining until we were done serving!.
Oh by the by, If you ever use the ovens at the Hinkley site, they take 2-3 hours..yes hours to heat up to 350 deg.

I don't know if I can accuratly describe the noise 300 + girls make, but I sure understand why Heavenly Father is bringing more girls into the world. He would like a little peace and quiet! LOL

All in all it was a good experience. BUT....

WARNING DO NOT...EVER...GO TO GIRLS CAMP WITH ...BOYS...IN THE CAR!!

De-Gen-Er-A-Tive

I hate $10 college words. It seems the older I get, the more $10 college words I have to learn. This word, I'm not particularly fond of. Degenerative.

So when the DOC himself calls and uses the word degenerative is that good or bad? When my stomach flip-flopped I took it as a bad sign!. He told me my hip looked pretty rough, in fact degenerative with a lot of rips and tears. So off to the Orthopedist and who knows what.

Then...he said there is a problem with the lining of my uterus. It is 2 mm thick and should be 1 mm thick so I 'get' to have a D&C. Awww c'mon what's 1 mm amongst friends? Can you say FALLING APART!

I need a sedative!

M-R-EYE YI YI

OK so the bursitis is only getting worse so back to the DR. He order a CT scan. Get to the CT scan they tell me I have to drink this stuff for a contrast. I know a lot about a little and didn't think the CT scan was the right kind of scan for my problem, plus a contrast dye is yucky! I talked with the tech. and he concurred. Off to the waiting room while he talked to the DR. So then it was off to the MRI waiting room for 2.5 hours. What else did I have to do?

Claustrophobia is an interesting subject. Scared of closed in places? Worried about being buried alive? Scared of going feet first in a tiny dark hole? YES YES AND YES! I was offered a sedative,(should have done it) he (cute tired looking Jared(MRI Tech))stayed late, so I could get the MRI done. He asked me how claustrophobic(should have taken the sedative)I was. and because he didn't know exactly when It would be my turn, he wasn't sure when to give the (should have taken the)sedative, I decided to be brave especially since I was going in feet first. But you know what, HE LIED!!! Yes young cute tired looking Jared LIED!! He told me my head was going to be almost at the edge so it shouldn't be too bad!

'OK Lie on this narrow bed have your legs straight, toes touching, and just to make sure they touch, we'll tape them together. Then we'll put the coils(screws)to you oh wait, on you. Last but not least, it's noisy so here are some cute little green earplugs. Oh and most people close their eyes.'

BUT not me, remember I was brave.

As the bed motored toward the grave uh.. hole uh.. tiny enclosed space, it started to get narrow and get dark.....I CLOSED my eyes, ok welded them shut, I'm not sure where the vice grips came from on my arms,oh yeah those appendages are my hands. I wonder if earplugs swell more with tears on them?

So what do you do when you are that "brave"! Sing a hymn elder! The only song that came to mind was We Thank Thee O God for a Prophet. The MRI machine it itself was a noisy bugger, but did have great rhythm, good beat, kinda monotone, not easy to dance to, I give it an eight. My vice grips sans hands started tapping with the rhythm which wasn't very good for the song that I chose, so I started thinking about the title for this blog. It turned out very appropriate don't you think?

Some of the images were for 2-3 min, some were for 5-200 minutes. When each picture taking session was over cute tired looking Jared would tell me I was doing great and to remember to hold still. At least that's what he did until....

After the first long session the MRI got very quiet and I waited for cute tired looking Jared to tell me how great I was doing. My leg was HURTING and I asked him if I could move my leg for a minute. NOTHING..... In a flash I wondered if I could pull myself out. hello???? the MRI was silent.. HEllo??? The tiny enclosed space was still silent. The vice grips are loosening and reaching up towards my head, no wait, I can be brave....HELLO!!!!!!! the grave is closing in. My heart is racing! then I hear the click, Ruth are you ok. "I'm just a little panicked!" "It's ok I'm still here, just looking a something. Just a couple more 5 minute ones and then we'll be done" said my grave digger, cute tired looking Jared.

I should have taken the sedative!