Hello! Today, boys and girls, I have been busy talking to Henrietta’s P. A. (physician’s assistant), home health care nurse, and the x-ray technician who came out to snap some glamor shots of her.
She’s got a totally bizarre and perplexing problem residing in her… (are you ready for this… go ahead and take a wild guess…) ass.
To make a long story short, (Yes. I am aware nobody thinks I can do this. *sigh* Now I am going to have to prove myself…) She broke her hip a couple of years ago and while she was still in the hospital recovering from the hip surgery, they called me and said it was dislocated. Doc said her muscles “contracted” and pulled her leg out of socket. She would need surgery again to fix it cause it would just pull out again if he manipulated it back in. Strangely enough, the old woman that makes the princess and the pea gal look insensitive wasn’t in any pain so she elected not to have the surgery. I believe it was one of her cuter moments, she looked at me when I explained her options and said, “I don’t want to have surgery again, Krissa. I’m old, already!”. She was 84 and I didn’t argue with her. So all this time she’s had a dislocated hip. Or, actually, I don’t know why it’s called that because really her femur is dislocated from her hip. Well, all of the sudden her leg bone has started… migrating around in her, butt. Her hip is all wonky crooked seeming and the head of the femur is poking out in the thickest part of her gluteus maximus. This makes it very painful to sit on for any length of time. Her butt is bruised from the inside.
At this point I would like to point out that this was promised to be a short story not a normal one.
Anyway, the P.A. and I sat there by her bed poking around and talking about what’s up with her bones and placing bets on what the x-ray will show and what we think the different odd bits poking out here and there are going to turn out to be.
I do know one thing. I see an operation in her future. Before long that bone is going to start a bedsore that I won’t be able to cure because anytime she is sitting or lying on her back she is pressing against it. Constant pressure.
John called while I was in there talking to the P.A. and asked what I was doing. I said, “Looking at your mom’s ass with Darnell. Do you want me to tell you about it?” “No! I gotta go, they’re paging me.”