The hospital preadmission screening session had me seriously reconsidering doing the surgery. I felt completely lost amid a situation in which nobody could relate. How many near-30 year olds have you met who need to decide the right time for a fucking hip replacement?
Some of my friends had suggested getting a second opinion, but it wasn’t until this point that I actually carried out the idea. I visited another orthopedist in the area who, in short, told me that having a bilateral total hip replacement was too aggressive a treatment for someone like me just yet. This is mostly from the facts that my hips haven’t shown full signs of collapse yet and my pain level is only mild to moderate. The fact that I can continue to work an 8 to 8.5 hour day of physical labor without returning home in excruciating agony is a plus, I guess.
This orthopedist suggested that I have a core decompression of the hip done instead. In this procedure, a wire is inserted into my hips and a series of holes are drilled into my hip down to my femur. It’s believed that increased pressure may contribute to the pain (hence the reference to the term decompression), but it also serves as a channel for additional blood flow to where the diseased bone exists on the top of my femur (from the whole avascular necrosis thing).
In general, I liked this orthopedist a hell of a lot more than the first one. I don’t blame the first orthopedist for not suggesting the decompression first; it was likely his medical opinion that the state of my AVN wouldn’t have benefited from such a surgery. But the second one suggested that there was a 50% chance of extending the life of my hip long enough to where I’d get a hip replacement at a more reasonable age (say, 40 or 45, instead of 29).
I think I jumped the gun a little too quickly on getting the full hip replacement. I didn’t have much of a guideline to go by, given the already rare state of events. The first orthopedist more or less said “When you feel like you’ve reached a point where you can’t continue on with how your hips are doing, give me a call, and we’ll do the surgery”. I don’t think I really gauged the overall level of my pain until the day of the preadmission testing, where one of the nurses asked me to rate my pain on a series of scales. When I said it was an overall 3 or 4, she sort of looked at me in shock, and said to me that I’d likely be in a lot worse pain right after the surgery just because of the nature of it. Way to keep me secure in my decision.
In the end, I felt a lot better about my decision. I’ll write about the decompression surgery soon. This post is a little late, I guess, in terms of having changed up the game plan for me.