My husband broke his hip, riding his bicycle. He weighs 160 pounds and is 6′ tall. I’m not sure how he feel and I’m not sure I want to know.
Paramedics on the scene felt there were no bones broken. He didn’t want to deal with the ER I guess, I wasn’t there, I don’t know the story and I am not sure I want to know, but he got home, and I didn’t push the issue, not knowing much.
One week later, he went to his primary care physician who said “I’m sure nothing’s broken but let’s xray just in case”. Yeah, just is case was wise….
Now I LOVE this doctor. I really do. Before insurance stunts in our area, he was my primary care physician and he got me to the right specialists for my allergy, my sleep apnea and the gastric reflux disease and got me good treatment. I’d lost 100 pounds when he was my doctor. So I trust him. I miss him, to tell you the truth, and am debating going back to him. It’s just that I doubt he’ll be on this earth much longer and don’t want to deal with switching any more than I have to.
Anyway back to husband. So on Thursday morning he had surgery. After the surgery, surgeon told me surgery was a success, but was worried about blood flow to the hip, and isn’t sure that is going to be resolved. That means a hip replacement, and we won’t know for a year or so.
He’s on crutches for the next 8 weeks.