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Carol Perkins: Just Like That

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By Carol Perkins

I heard it as clearly as if limbs were snapping off a tree. A cold chill, fear, and excruciating pain followed. I wasn't sure what was broken, but my leg was dangling loose and lifeless. Only two days after my hip surgery, I was getting in my SUV to go to my first physical therapy session when I must have put too much pressure on my hip surgery side and the femur broke.

When Guy lowered me to the step, I called my surgeon's office and would head back for what would be a second surgery. Guy backed his car into the garage and with the help of the ambulance service, they got me loaded. I didn't fall; I didn't trip. I merely lifted my leg to get in the truck. "Soft bones" was the answer to this rare event. I would not be able to put any weight on the legs for at least three weeks, slowing down my hip replacement progress.

When trauma hits the body, a multitude of reactions follows.


At first, I wished a thousand times I had let well enough alone-no knee replacement and no hip surgery. If I limped the rest of my life, so what. Then I moved into the "time takes care of all things" mode, but will time ever get me back to normal? I wasn't feeling the sunshine. Four nights in a hospital play tricks on your mind. I was lying so long I feared my leg would never move again. Finally, someone helped me to a chair. I wanted to go home.

I thought about going to rehab. No beds at the one the doctor suggested. I had studied enough about this injury while in the hospital to know very little therapy could be done in the first few weeks, so I opted for home health. I ended up with the same person who was with me during my knee replacement, and I'm doing leg exercises until I can get to an outpatient facility.

By Monday night, I was headed home, but the problem existed on how to get me from the car to the house (we have steps everywhere). Guy stopped by the police station, and they called the fire department. Two strong young men arrived in minutes, lifted my wheelchair, and rolled me into the house, easing me into the recliner where I stayed peacefully all night. Thanks to Jackson Romines and Luke South for their kindness.

Running full force as I have done all my life makes putting on the brakes painful. However, I must focus on the positive, depend on my friends to keep me sane, and Guy to put up with the rest. He now knows what "for better or worse" really means.


You can contact Carol at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


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