My hip fracture has meant that I will be confined to my house on bed rest for six weeks- three months. I’ll know on Friday, if I’ll need surgery or if my hip can be healed with bed rest. I’m hoping, praying, and crossing my fingers that I will not need surgery. Mainly because, I’m terrified of the idea.
I mean break. Well, folks I’m not going to keep this break a secret either. Almost two weeks ago, I fell and once again was reminded that while the journey is unbreakable. I am not.
The result of this extra-ordinary fall was an acetabular fracture in my left hip and a very impressed friend with my limberness and ability to do the splits. Yes, I broke my hip! This fracture is rare and is often caused by high impact falls or car accidents. Because, who wants to fracture their hip the normal way?
I’m probably the least athletic person you will ever meet. But, staying physically fit is extremely important for adults with osteogenesis imperfecta. So, when a new studio opened less than two miles from my home offering yoga and barre classes… it seemed I had officially run out of excuses for not working out.
I started small and took a few introductory yoga classes. Surprisingly, I found that I loved yoga. Yoga provided me with pain relief I’d previously only experienced with massage therapy. I know, strange right?
I ended up electing to cancel my regular gym membership and joined the studio. The membership is only $65 a month unlimited classes.
The #BlogitForward campaign is still in full swing! Which is great, because I totally missed out on the opportunity. By blogging about my act of kindness, #Wayfair, is donating $50 to Habitat for Humanity! How cool is that?
My act of kindness, was simple… and well, easy. But, I’m sure none the less appreciated.
I never learned to ride a bike. Yes, you read that correctly… I never learned to ride a bike. Although, I don’t think this is very strange in the osteogenesis imperfecta community.
I’m not sure how it happened, but somewhere between casts and splints I never graduated from my training wheels as a child. But, to make sure I never felt left out my parents did eventually purchase a used adult tricycle for me. It was fabulous and my dog Jasmine and I were the hit of the neighborhood. And, it helped me feel like a “normal” kid.