Viewing: July, 2014
The pain from a torn labrum hip really does have their special place in hell. You wouldn’t believe it and I would not have too, if only I did not see it on one of my friends.
He’s a tough one that friend of mine. He who was somewhat a veteran of nasty crashes and spills on the bike, yet he was reduced to a puddle of tears the time he suffered it.
We were supposed to do jumps on the ramp that day but we didn’t make it unfortunately. I fetched him at his house because he said that he got a new bike assembled and is very excited to take it for a spin. Coming down a flight of stairs from his apartment, he somehow forgot that there were still two steps left, and thinking it was already the ground floor, he took his final step into space, and crashed down hard on the ground still clutching at his new bike.
The doctor said that my friend managed to have a tear on his labrum, a cartilage on the hip joint which main function was to keep the head of the femur in place inside the hip socket, a result that was acquired after performing an impingement test on the hips of my friend.
And although my friend didn’t manage to complete the test performed on him, probably because of the pain in the area that he was experiencing, several x-rays and MRA’s (magnetic resonance arthrography), did cement the doctor’s diagnosis.
He was to have arthroscopic surgery on it to remove the torn labrum and other debris in his hip joint but the doctors thought against it after knowing about my friend’s lifestyle.
Because of the activities that my friend tends to do frequently, operating on his labrum might worsen his condition in the long term they said, as it may lead to more degenerative conditions and probably also of a higher amount of friction in the joint, if they eventually remove the labrum from its place.
They instead opted to the more conservative mode of treatment which was physical therapy. They said it would take him much longer to heal, but his range of motion as well as the strength of the muscles and tendons in the area will be much more solid and beneficial to him in the long run.
He was also to use a SERF (Stability through External Rotation of the Femur) strap on his legs and waist every day to help in his recovery. It is made up of stretchable bands of fabrics, which is usually placed from the hips and winding down to his knees, in-order to keep his range of motion in check and also to make sure that they are within natural limits.
That was a few months ago. Today my friend is generally fine, with only a few clicking noises coming from his hips and the random hip flexor pain that comes and goes, to somewhat remind him of his fateful day. And if there’s any valuable lesson that he learned from that event, it would be of being extra careful using the stairs from now on. An elementary mistake on his part it seems. Glad he recognized it even if it’s already too late. Good job.
I don’t know about you, but I’m really getting tired of pet-owners leaving their dogs without their leashes, especially when they are outside in public areas. Don’t they know that they not only put the safety of their pets in peril, but also of the inherent danger they eventually bring to other people?
I think there is a law with regards to it and the owners might get fined or reprimanded or something. Aren’t they afraid of that? Maybe the punishments are too lenient that they continue on with their bad habits with regards to their pets and such.
It’s been too many times already that I come too close to these loose dogs that I’m beginning to think that I’m some sort of dog magnet or something. It’s not that I’m afraid of them but rather quite the opposite, I’m afraid that I’ll run over them one of these days and probably kill them or scar them for life, to which I really do not want to be a party of.
One time I almost ran over a very small dog, a quite cute one at that, if not for my quick thinking and fast reflexes. I was nonchalantly riding my bike to the park when this white dog, which I later learned was a Teacup Pomeranian, darted from out of nowhere and was headed directly to me, and my bike.
What kind of alerted me was this hysterically screaming woman, who was probably the dog’s owner, pointing at something in front of me. I immediately looked ahead and saw something that resembles a big fluffy squirrel, but white, has head hair like a lions and tiny beady eyes, the kind you see on children’s toys.
I immediately applied the brakes on my bike and it was close. Both I and the lady managed a sigh of relief and all I got for the episode were several dog licks on both of my shoes. Maybe the dog thought I was a bone or something.
Another incident that I remember that involved me and unleashed dogs was the time I met an overly loyal and protective pitbull. On hindsight, it was really a Boxer Pitbull mix according to its owner, so that really makes it a doubly protective kind of dog, the likes you wouldn’t want to mess with.
It stood at more than two feet and probably weighed around 60 – 70 pounds by the looks of it. With its broad head and flappy looking ears, short body hair that somehow kind of sticks close to the body, it is a relatively large kind of dog.
I was monkeying around with its owner, who was also a friend, never realizing that the dog was with him the whole time, albeit not really there beside him but roaming around the fields. Our horsing around managed to get the dog’s attention and the last thing I saw was a large chunk of a dog rushing towards me.
There was time to get up a tree, which was really besides us, and fortunately for me, there were several branches around which aided my ascent. A short blow on a whistle made the dog stop on its tracks and generally just kind of sat there quietly on its owner’s side. A look from me generated a low growl so I was not going anywhere just yet.
I did not go down that tree for a while, not until they left and all. It was somewhat better up there.