Please Keep Trying!

I went to an orthopaedist last week to find out what the pains I’d been having in my right groin area were. I thought, with good reason, it was a hernia due to the location and the pain. My gynecologist referred me to an orthopaedist who specializes in pelvic wall disorders. I was confused as to why I was seeing an orthopaedist instead of an internist but decided to go anyway on the chance my doc knew what she was talking about. Turns out, she did know what she was talking about.

The docs at the ortho clinic were super nice and listened to me gripe about the intense pain in my lower abdominal area. They then had me do some walking tests and other strength tests. An x-ray was then taken of my hip area. Well, that was the turning point, at least for me, in convincing me I had a different problem than a hernia. The x-ray showed an impingement in my hip bones at the joint, the same place the muscles which had been hurting came in contact with. Needless to say I was floored. All this time I believed wholeheartedly the issues I had were due to gut problems, and then to find out my issues are really with hips and hip bones is kind of surprising.

The pain I’d been having was caused by the muscles rubbing against the impingement and becoming inflamed and irritated, which then caused the pain. The pain during intimacy was explained that the muscles which are attached to the hips wrap around the reproductive area. When the pelvic muscles are irritated, the area in the groin also becomes irritated. Well hell.

To make matters more interesting, I was told my knee problems were undoubtedly directly influenced by my messed up hips. The impingement also has an impact on my walking and foot placement. My feet tend to turn inward as I set them on the ground, a big no-no in taijutsu. This is supposedly due to the way the hips are situated. Crap, crap and more crap.

What’s the solution? Physical. Therapy. My favorite past time and money vacuum. Because I want more physical therapy like I want an extra twenty pounds. So I’m pissed right now. I soldiered through two and half months of intense PT only to have to do more for something else I was born with. The physical therapy script written for my impingement therapy is two frick’n pages long. I’m no fortuneteller, but I foresee much pain and cursing in my immediate future.