Sunday, 8 January 2017

Pam Ayres' teeth, my glutes

I’m in 3 different Facebook groups for Hippies and one thing that seems to crop up fairly regularly is the topic of groin pain.  Many people have this pre-op, especially if there’s things like labral tears which was my case.  But there’s also a number of us who’ve complained about it post op.  I just thought I’d use this blog as a way of sharing my experience, to maybe help people think about how they might get themselves sorted earlier or avoid getting in the state I’m in altogether.

I had posterior THR on my right leg in February 2016, and am based in the UK where we use crutches from the start, not walkers.  I had also gone private so had access to physio which isn’t always the case for people on NHS.  After the pretty rough first couple of weeks most of us have, I got into quite a good routine.  I know I hit my first 10K steps on Day 11, though that wasn’t by any means regular occurrence but I was getting out for a couple of decent walks pretty much every day.  I was on 2 crutches until 4 weeks; I did try dropping to one earlier but limped so stuck with 2 and worked on my walking.  Then at 4 weeks I walked with one and by 6 weeks I was crutch free and limp free.  So my walking was great, I loved just being able to get out there and not hurt.  From day 1 I’d also had exercises to do, very simple ones for the first few weeks, then moving on to bring in the delights of clamshells and bridges.  I was pretty good about it, always found time to do them diligently. 

Once I did start the other exercises I noticed the groin pain more.  I knew that at first there’s all kinds of aches and pains and wasn’t worried, just figured it’d all settle in time.  I was walking great and in no pain other than that.  I was on restrictions until 12 weeks so it wasn’t as if I was doing anything drastic anyway.  I’d gone back working from 6 weeks on a very gentle phased return, not full time until 12 weeks.  But once I was working more it was harder to find time in the day to do all the exercises and the walking that I wanted to do.

From 5 weeks out I’d been having hydrotherapy and occasional land-based physio.  I’d often mentioned the groin pain and was given different exercises for my hip flexors, along with assurances that it wasn’t uncommon and would settle in time.  I did really work on them, and tried to keep up the walking and realise now I’d sacrificed the glutes exercises somewhat around this time.  But when you consider that some people never even get given any exercises to do surely that wasn’t so big a deal.

After my restrictions were lifted things did go kind of as I’d hoped.  I went on holiday to Morocco and got my first running test crossing a road in Marrakech where it was a case of run or die! I went to Barcelona and clocked up well over 20K steps each day we were there.  I did a steps challenge over the summer and averaged 12K steps a day, not bad considering I was working much of that time in a desk based job.  I walked on smooth and rough surfaces, I climbed steps, all was fine.  I even returned to my dancercise class at 5 months and though I was unfit I had little trouble with the moves, only occasionally did I twinge.  And I also got back on a horse for a short very gentle session. But through all that I had this wretched groin pain.  Never constant just niggling away on certain movements.

I saw my surgeon in August at my 6 month check and had an x-ray which showed everything looked fine.  He suggested I drop the riding and dancercise and to try taking a course of anitinflammatories.  So I armed myself with omeprazole to protect my stomach and hit the ibuprofen 3 times a day.  This coincided with our cruise holiday.  We did a load of walking, again no problem at all.  I also wore heels and got drunk and danced in the evenings a couple of times. No problems. And I also got to rest up a lot of our days at sea.  But if anything the groin pain was starting to get worse.  It was always worse on waking and when doing things requiring me to lift my knee, so stepping in my knickers, once a source of great excitement, had once again become near impossible.   Even getting in the car and driving was starting to hurt, bearing in mind it’s my brake and accelerator leg.  So late on in October I went back to my surgeon.

He had talked before about steroid injections which I have never been keen on, having had bad experience when I had them in my hip pre-arthroscopy.  I’d also had another doctor tell me that while they can often be curative in elbow and shoulders (and I had an elbow one that worked brilliantly), he said in lower limbs they usually only buy time.  I actually felt I’d rather go straight for keyhole surgery but that wasn’t an option.  I can understand why but he said he wouldn’t do surgery without having tried the injection option.  I said I didn’t want the injection without having tried more physio so I went back for a course of 8 weeks with a physio who I have had work on me many times before and who has worked with my surgeon on THR patients.  In this course of sessions she got more hands on, massage aimed at releasing things in the psoas, some electro treatment, a form of ultrasound.  She also advised me to work more on my glutes and gave me some additional exercises which I was good at doing.  But over the next few weeks things got worse. By week 7 she said that she was out of ideas and said I really should go back to my surgeon which I did last week. 

I had another x-ray and an MRI scan.  On the plus side the x-ray was great; the downer was that the MRI showed I have tendonitis and bursitis in the psoas.  His view backed up that of the physio.  It seems that the walking I did early on would have been fine apart from the fact I tend to walk quite briskly and stride out well (my husband says I stomp!). That means I give the hip flexors quite a bit of a workout.  Because my glutes were weak they were not supporting my hip flexors.  Over time this meant that there would have been some forward movement with the muscles to the rear not working as well as they should and there has been rubbing in the area of the front of the capsule.  This has contributed to the tendonitis and bursitis.  By the time I was at the physio this was likely too well established for me to do anything about.  I did point out how it seemed a bit unfair as I know many people have never been given exercises at all so it’s not like I was the world’s worst exerciser.  He agreed and said I have been unlucky.

Now I am possibly in more pain than I was pre-op, mostly low level but with some bloody severe spikes.  It hurts as I lie in bed, rolling to either side can be uncomfortable.  I’ve almost given up trying to step into pants in the regular way but instead I let them dangle so I can do a low step into them.  Getting in the car I sometimes have to actually use my hands to lift my leg in.  So now I am 2 weeks away from a steroid injection, and if that doesn’t work then I may be looking at keyhole surgery.  In the meantime I am back with a vengeance on working the glutes.  I’m to keep active and walk as long as it’s not painful which suits me fine.  I don’t think anybody has at any time ever been at all negligent in giving me information; I honestly don’t think anybody could’ve have foreseen how this was going as generally I was doing so well.  All through this I have had great movement in terms of range and the amount that was pain free. 


But right now with the benefit of hindsight if I could go back in time I’d spend more time working on those pesky glutes.  Hence the title of this blog post.  Brits of a certain age will have heard of a lady called Pam Ayres.  She used to be on telly regularly reciting her comedy poems.  And one of those was a little ditty called ‘Oh I Wish I’d Looked After Me Teeth’ from the perspective of somebody  wishing they’d paid better attention to cleaning their teeth as they now have false ones.  I kind of feel the same about my glutes.  For anybody else with groin pain, while working on hip flexors makes total sense and may even be the answer to problems, don’t neglect the glutes.  And don’t assume that being active means you’re healed.  Sometimes now I see people who are doing loads really quickly and want to warn them not to be complacent but it sounds then like I’m pissing on their chips to use a lovely quaint British expression.  Or that I’m bitter and jealous.  I’m not, though I do admit to a degree of envy.  But when people say they’re doing things but then admit they still hurt or limp or whatever, that’s when I really want to scream at them to take things easy.  In a few weeks I will be one year out and this isn’t how I saw myself.  But I’m determined I will be there.  I still don’t regret having the surgery, just wish I’d done things different after it.

Thursday, 5 January 2017

Pain in the (pso)Ass

Well I’m breaking rules today.  Since moving to monthly and then every 2 months, I always do my blog on the 15th, same date as my op.  Weekly I did on a Monday, having had my op on a Monday.  Today is not a Monday, nor a 15th.  It’s just a day I feel a bit of a need to rant and it’s safer to do it here.  Especially when my main readers seemed to be Russians.  Maybe they’re hackers using my blog to get Trump elected.  In which case I can only apologise to the world.

First week back after Christmas is always a bit of a low.  In the office Tuesday and first thing I did was forget the password I changed on the last day before the holidays.  Always great to start a new year with a call to the help desk.  And as I left work I’d got a parking ticket.  Luckily these are just internal to AZ ones, with a note telling me I’ve been a naughty girl and to go get a permit.  I do have a permit, I just wasn’t displaying it.  It sits on my sun visor thing which believe it or not I didn’t think to drop down when driving to work in England in January at 7am.  I finished that day with a visit to the Alex (my hospital) but that was to see my cough doctor. He basically agreed with my self assessment that I was a bit of a fraud turning up there with no sign of a cough but said he finds me a bit fascinating!

Today though was back to the Alex to have my MRI scan and see Mr Hoad-Reddick again.  Luckily I left work in good time, the traffic wasn’t bad on the roads to the hospital but I think I sussed the reason once I got there; they were all parked in the hospital car park! I drove round once, nada, zilch.  Did the one-way loop back round the hospital building and re-entered car park, figuring I might as well just head to the new overspill car park.  Except that’s for staff.  So did another lap of the patients’ car park and still nothing.  And this time there’s a string of cars all looking for spaces.  So onto a 3rd lap, shamelessly cutting up some lady who stopped thinking I was going past her when I nipped in front of her in the car park queue .  Sorry but you’re on your first lap, I’m on my third, seniority rules.  Or is that senility?  Some days it doesn’t feel there’s much difference.  This time I ended up almost on the way out but ducked into the car park that’s technically for one of the other hospital buildings.  But it’s where I went on Tuesday and I’m pretty much a regular at the Alex these days so figured I deserved it.

Made it into the MRI building with only about 5 mins to kill after all my leaving early, then got called in nicely on time.  The man attending to me was very sweet and really apologetic that with their computer broken it meant they couldn’t play the radio through my headphones so I had to just listen to the various noises the scanner makes.  The noises get very repetitive and I started hearing imaginary voices in them, the most distracting being the one that seemed to be whispering ‘mince pie’ over and over.   Obviously you have to lie very still for this and it took about half an hour in total.  At one point I was aware of my leg twitching as I’d actually dozed off in there.  At the end I could hardly move as I was so stiff and my back sore, and my feet were freezing; I’m sure I could’ve left my socks on, note to self for next time there!

When I got out and got dressed I realised it was only 2 minutes until my appointment with Mr H-R so I legged it round to the main building, flying visit to the ladies en route.  He had my MRI pics up on screen when I got in and immediately told me he could see inflammation, the tendonitis thing we’d suspected all along was there in black and white.  Well black and less black. 50 shades of grey almost.  But he said he also wanted to see a standard x-ray and as I hadn’t had one since August I was to go back upstairs and get that done.  Normally this means loads of sitting around but I was whizzed in and out of that and back in his office with barely any time to read the footy pages of the paper.  He spent a little time examining me ie pulling and bending my legs around in various directions until he got an ‘ouch’.  Then he sat me down and talked me through the screen.  I asked about the cyst I had showing since pre-op and he said he had no concerns about that; he also said there was no sign of infection and he didn’t see a need to do the bloods for that.  He also said that the xray showed my new bionic joint to be looking great, bone set nicely around the implant and all positioning is absolutely perfect. But then he showed me on the MRI where the problems are with inflammation  of the tendons and also more fluid than there should be indicating bursitis of the psoas.  Lots of people develop trochanteric bursitis, I had it myself some years ago.  But that’s on the other side of the hip.  This is right in the groin area.  I had wondered about whether it might be bursitis rather than tendonitis I had; didn’t actually expect I’d do the double!

I must admit that while it’s good to actually see proof of what’s been causing this pain, and while I was expecting this, I still got home feeling pretty upset.  I had done so well, been so positive, tried to avoid wallowing in self pity and things had been great – riding, dancercise, looking forward to doing proper zumba.  Then it all just seemed to turn and head backwards.    Just felt like I’d been smacked in the face a bit and needed a little cry.  I am actually at a point now where my pain sometimes is worse than I was pre-op.  The groin thing now really gets sore.  Having got so overly excited at stepping into knickers that’s now something I can’t do as I just can’t lift my leg.  And getting in the car sometimes I have to physically lift my leg with my hands as I it hurts to just lift it normally.  And the pain radiates round into the outside of my hip and into lower back, which apparently is to be expected but not really much consolation.  I’ve done my online shopping and order more paracetamol and ibuprofen!

So next step is to get booked in for an ultrasound guided steroid injection which I am looking forward to as much as the thought of Man Utd beating us in 2 weeks.  I had the injection into my hip before and it hurt like hell, apparently as they went into the tendon.  This time they’re aiming for the tendon!!  But I don’t have a lot of choice – I have to grit my teeth, swear a lot under my breath, maybe out loud if it calls for it.  And then hope it works and my visit to Mr H-R 8 weeks later will be to say farewell.  In the meantime I’ve got to up my game on my glutes exercises, lots of bridges and clamshells.  I know I’m not the best at doing these but I don’t believe there aren’t other people who are equally lax.  In fact many people I know didn’t even get given any exercises to do.  Mr H-R says there’s no real reason and I’ve just been unlucky, and possibly a victim of my own early success walking so much but without decent strength in other muscles.


Another thing that will help is losing some weight.  On Saturday I hit record high on the scales so am now being good.  And sitting at a computer is not conducive to good hips or weight so I have to drag myself off my ever expanding arse more.  To be fair it was more out of necessity really as I was online shopping for a holiday.  Which is now booked :)  Now to go sort my hips and tackle that weight, the latter being a subject of another blog.  Not even sure I’ve got 6 reading that one, let alone a load of Russians!