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I have been freaking out since receiving a diagnosis of arthritis in my hip. I'm a gardener. I need to be able to move around, lift and carry, dig, push wheelbarrows. I can't have a degenerative disease in one of my major joints. So it was with much fear and trepidation this morning that I brought my x-rays and my sore hip to an orthopedic surgeon.
He looked at my x-rays. He examined my hip. Then he looked at my x-rays once more and pronounced them normal. I don't have arthritis. I have bursitis. 30 days of anti-inflammatories. Six weeks of physical therapy. Ice packs, 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off. And I'll be cured. I was thrilled. I bet he has never had a patient who has been so excited about having bursitis!
My prescription is filled, my appointment for PT has been made and I'm icing my hip. This is one time when I will be following a doctor's instructions to the letter. The busy fall planting season is upon us. I have new beds to dig, established beds to widen, bulbs to plants, perennials to be divided and transplanted. As Colleen said, "The garden is never done".