<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:17:22.426-07:00</updated><category term='miss p'/><category term='labrum'/><category term='John Muir Medical Center'/><category term='Wicked'/><category term='Hip Arthroscopy'/><category term='Grandma'/><category term='socks'/><category term='Jewels'/><category term='Public Enemy'/><category term='Rob and Big'/><category term='MRA'/><category term='Pirates'/><category term='Surgery'/><category term='incisions'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='Fairfield'/><category term='Computer'/><category term='expectations'/><category term='Insurance'/><category 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term='appointment'/><category term='Vacaville'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='The Dark Knight'/><title type='text'>The Journeys Of Missa</title><subtitle type='html'>My journeys through femoroacetabular impingement (FAI) with diagnosis, treatment, and beyond.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-2153666783059695149</id><published>2010-06-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:11:06.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good days. Bad days.</title><content type='html'>I've been having some good days and some bad ones. I try not to complain much. I never have through this whole thing. Doc and I are still busy. Super busy. Busier than we've ever been in a summer. Usually it drops off by now. By April the viruses start waning away and allergy season kicks in to gear! Although this year it's still very viral and with some strange weather we've been having, allergies have kicked into overdrive! We don't have as MUCH over time. So that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most days are good, even great I'd say. However, lately it's been a little on the weird side. I haven't really had any pain in the same spot as pre-surgery. It's been more like,a deep, burning buttock pain. I remember telling Connie about a similar pain shortly after surgery and she assured me that many weird pains can arise from surgery. I stopped noticing it for a little while, but over the past couple of weeks it has returned. I've also had some pain on the side too! STRANGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I see Sampson for my 1 year anniversary from his surgery next month and I've been keeping a symptom diary. So I'll see what he has to say about the pain. I can't pinpoint it to any action(s). I'm thoroughly puzzled. It's not all the time, so that's good. Last time when I visited with Sampson, he thought perhaps that I may need an injection or an oral dose of a strong steroid. I still have some range of motion problems. So for now, I'll be doing my stretches, working hard, and planning my wedding! Lots to look forward to and this darn hip just needs to get in check!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-2153666783059695149?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/2153666783059695149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/2153666783059695149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-days-bad-days.html' title='Good days. Bad days.'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-8922467513014540905</id><published>2010-04-25T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T10:49:56.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years</title><content type='html'>Today is the two year anniversary of my first (unsuccessful) hip surgery. It's bittersweet. I thought everything was going to be great after this surgery. The first several weeks of the recovery were going pretty well. I had improved some. Just not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today makes me feel thankful for finding Dr. Sampson. I've come a long way between my two surgeries. Most recently, that I didn't blog about... I had to take several weeks off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had been back at work, I had been working 9, 10, even 11 hour days at work. That was 5 months of working 50 hour weeks. My bank account was loving it! However, my hip wasn't really. I was sore and exhausted, so I went to go see my favorite doctor with my Sweetie! When I saw him we did some x-rays. There's a tiny bit of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recurrence&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FAI&lt;/span&gt;, but since he shaved down my bones quite thoroughly, he didn't see it as a problem. He DID see a problem with me working so much! He said he could feel that my joint was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inflammed&lt;/span&gt;. He told me I looked exhausted and I almost started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Connie could tell I needed some time off so he gave me three weeks! That allowed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wifey&lt;/span&gt; and I to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TwiCon&lt;/span&gt; in LA. We had a great time! Then her family and Sweetie came down and...he asked me to marry him! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! I said yes, of course! We've been wedding planning ever since! The big day is October 16, 2010. Yes, this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. I'm feeling much better after my time off. It really helped. I feel 90% better from this time two years ago. It's amazing to look back and see how far I've come, and I've only got farther to go!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-8922467513014540905?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/8922467513014540905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/8922467513014540905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2010/04/two-years.html' title='Two Years'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-7712253615242911444</id><published>2010-01-04T22:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T23:10:42.017-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LilSis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Sampson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc'/><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>Things have felt like a whirlwind lately. I can't believe that it's already January 2010! I've officially passed my 6 month marker. I can safely say that I can definitely feel a difference. I was getting slightly worried for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back to work since the end of September. I was surprised that it was getting busy! If  I haven't said before, I'm a Medical Assistant for a Pediatrician. Our busy season usually doesn't start until around late October or even early November. Things were already gearing up for me when I came in late September! Our tiny practice that Doc and I started back in January of '05 has grown immensely. At times it's nice, but at times we miss the slow times and reminisce of watching Grey's on slow days and how we used to be ecstatic when we would get close to 10 patients in a day. We are easily seeing double that and at times almost triple! Which is when I started to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc...and myself, have a hard time saying no. I feel bad for my sick kids and their distraught parents! Especially the ones who have been with us from the beginning. So, I would "fit" them in that day, and Doc didn't do anything to help stop it. The second week of working nearly 50 hours my poor hip was feeling it! It wasn't used to being worked so much! I told Doc very plainly, that if he didn't want me going back to Dr. Sampson and telling him to take me off work again we were gonna have to do a better job of putting our foot down when we get full. We came up with a "reasonable" number to see during each half of the day and told people no double-booking unless it was run by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't seem to help much. I began to pop a lot and I just wasn't FEELING my progress as I had back in August. I kept telling myself I'd call Dr. Sampson and ask him about it. However, when you work in a doctor's office, it's actually really hard to find time to call another doctor! I work the same hours they do. I take lunch when they do. I knew that if I had requested him to call me back after 6:30 or 7:00pm he very well would. He's just a sweetheart like that to me. But time kept flying. Before I knew it Halloween passed in a flash and we were coming up on Thanksgiving weekend. I had to admit I felt a lot better after being off for 5 days! My post-op was just two and a half weeksish from then so I decided to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loaded up my entourage. Mom, Lil Sis, Sweetie, and myself all piled into my car and we left on our way into The City. Dr. Sampson's office was quite amused with my little entourage. Connie was teasing Sweetie and we gabbed some. She's amazing. Dr. Sampson came in and with his comforting tone and way he soothed my fears that perhaps working nearly 50 hours a week for the past 8 weeks wasn't hurting me! He came in saying, "One year, one year, one year." He explained that sometimes people seem to make great progress in the beginning and then kind of plateau and make more progress later. I instantly felt better and was so thankful that God gave me this surgeon. He has also had pretty much the same procedure and told me that it took him two years to feel healed and normal. That makes me feel so much better. He told me that I'm free until my 1 year anniversary with him and can of course come back between now and then if something arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased with the way that 2009 ended. So thankful for the people and situations that God has put into my life. I'm praying that it will be an even better year for me and my loved ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-7712253615242911444?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7712253615242911444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7712253615242911444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2010/01/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-9213263366873405033</id><published>2009-08-18T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:26:10.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PTO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FSA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>So much to do, so little time!</title><content type='html'>It's been semi-eventful since I blogged last. The first week of August, I went to church camp. It's always an amazingly uplifting experience. And while I do dislike some things about church camp, i.e. their nasty bathrooms, not-so-great food, mice, and bees; it is still a great time of fellowship with friends I don't get to see as often. God blessed, as He usually does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following week I didn't really do much actually. I was still recovering! While I was very pleased to see that they had paved a good amount of the dirt road at camp, there are still hills. My hip doesn't like hills. It's hard enough to walk longer distances, but add in a hill here and there and it was very tiring! Sweetie carried me up the hill to my cabin the last night. I just couldn't take it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday Sweetie and I got to go to a birthday party for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wifey's&lt;/span&gt; oldest daughter. There was a giant water slide, which I couldn't go on, but it seemed very fun! Sweetie took a dive at it a few times. It was funny. A great time was had by everyone. She walked away with some good loot. Then Sunday Sweetie and I went to a birthday party for his cousin's wife. So needless to say, Monday I spent most of my time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recuperating&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, wasn't so great. I got a letter in the mail saying that since I was out of my PTO at work, they aren't going to be paying any more of my insurance premiums. Lovely. So for September I will be paying everything. Lets think about this for a minute. You aren't compensating me wages any more because I have no more Paid Time Off. I get that. I really do. But at the same time, Disability doesn't pay very much. Now you're telling me that I have to spend almost a full 2 week's check from EDD on insurance premiums. People do have bills. Now you add this too?! Lets have a heart people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top that off, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FSA&lt;/span&gt; told me that they don't have a new account for me even though my company has been taking the money out of my paycheck every pay period. That I was terminated. And that I wasn't able to access any of the money I put aside from Jan-April because of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sutter's&lt;/span&gt; restructuring. So combined with the insurance premiums that I'm supposed to pay for the month of September, I could be out $1,400.00. Yes. $1,400.00 As if a $20,000.00 surgery isn't enough. It was all a little much for me today. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. I've put some calls into the people at work. So we'll see when they call me back what we can work out. I know that God will take care of me in the end. Just need a little faith! He's taken care of me this far, and He'll show me through this trial as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-9213263366873405033?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/9213263366873405033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/9213263366873405033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do, so little time!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-2120369663497943578</id><published>2009-07-23T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:55:01.747-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LilSis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Long Day!!</title><content type='html'>So today, unlike the past week or so, was very eventful! My car had been acting up. Since my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-op appointment on June 25&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, a light called the Vehicle Stability Assistance (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VSA&lt;/span&gt;) had been popping on. Mom thought that she had accidentally done it when she made a very abrupt, not so legal, U-Turn to get to the doctor's office. For a couple of weeks it had been popping on at various times and then it decided to stay on all the time. THEN it decided one day when my dad took it to work, that it didn't want to come out of Park. Luckily Dad was the one who had it because I dunno if Mom or myself would have gotten it out of park! It had been finicky like that for a few days and finally we left it sitting in the driveway and I made an appointment for today, Mom's day off, to take it to the dealership that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got up early. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I know 7:30 really isn't that early. But when you really don't have anything better to do and you're a night owl such as myself, you tend to stay up a little later and in turn sleep in a little later. Granted I really don't sleep in TOO late. Only until about 10 am or so. I can't sleep in past that or I just feel like I've wasted too much daytime. ANYWAY, I got up and did some online banking and got on the bicycle like a good girl, got ready and off we went to be at the dealership by 10am! We had to leave an hour early to allow for traffic. I don't take it to my local dealership because basically: they suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that we would have the shuttle from the dealer take us to the local mall that was just down the street. They didn't really anticipate the car being done very soon. The woman said 4pm and mom pushed for 1:30pm. Since we had a few hours to burn, what better place for 3 ladies (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LilSis&lt;/span&gt; came with us) than the mall!! And Sweetie had planned on meeting us there in case the car wouldn't be done today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the shuttle man came to get us, 3 other people also needed shuttling! He dropped off the first two. Mother and son. They lived up on a golf course in a local city. They're house was so HUGE that at first I thought it was a duplex because it had TWO 2-car garages on either side, with just one big door to the house in the middle! Must be nice, right?! We had taken the scenic route there, and ended up taking the scenic route to our next destination. There was a man on the shuttle who needed to go to work, and obviously, that's a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're driving to the mall (FINALLY!) and the woman from the dealership calls! They figured out the problem. It was a broken brake light switch, fuse thing, or something like that. And it was causing both the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VSA&lt;/span&gt; light to pop on AND for it to not want to shift out of park! Who would have thought?! She went on to say the price, and that it would be done in about 30 min. I let Sweetie know that we wouldn't be needing his assistance today and he was glad he could just do some school work that needed to be done. So instead of having the shuttle man leave us at the mall, which we weren't even at yet, and come back and pick us up and risk being taken on more scenic routes to God only knows where, I opted for him to just take us back to the dealership and we waited for, well, more than 30 minutes of course! It was closer to about...an hour. But we drank free coffee, that was actually pretty good! And Mom took advantage of their free tea.......for future use....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got the car, we headed off to the mall anyway! Mom had a store she really wanted to go to, so we did that. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LilSis&lt;/span&gt; also needed to get some short-sleeved shirts. She didn't have any that really fit anymore. So we picked up some for her. We then had some yummy food at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FreshChoice&lt;/span&gt; and went home. Mom cooked dinner, we watched the Tour &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; France, and I fell asleep. Mom then decided to wake me up because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LilSis&lt;/span&gt; needed a couple more things. So I went back out to the store with them, and did a little more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I actually feel pretty good! I'm not really very sore, but of course ibuprofen really helps if you use it as a preventative! So I'm pretty pleased with how the day turned out. Yeah, I had to walk slow, and I got tired out pretty easily. But I walked a big mall, and I'm not sore after. I'd say that's a pretty good accomplishment for the day! God is good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-2120369663497943578?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/2120369663497943578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/2120369663497943578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-day.html' title='Long Day!!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-5480924459613297298</id><published>2009-07-22T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:04:50.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Public Enemy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shirasoni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supervisor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss p'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><title type='text'>Uneventful</title><content type='html'>Things have been pretty uneventful lately. The most eventful part of last week was on Thursday. Wifey came to visit me! Yay!! We dropped her 2 sweet older girls off at her sister-in-law's house and kept the baby with us. We went by my work and she got to meet my Supervisor, Miss P, Miss J (who has been WONDERFUL at keeping me in the loop about the gossip in the office), and of course Miss L (who is my partner in crime at work!). And of course, she saw Doc again. They know each other well. The others have all heard so much about her, and she's heard so much about them. It was nice to see my work family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was off my crutches, and they were all teasing me about coming back to work right then. We got a couple of things and chatted it up. It was nice! Then we headed off to go eat some sushi! We were going to go to Shirasoni. However, they decided to close earlier than I thought to get ready for dinner. So we headed to a sushi place across the street and made it just in time! Very yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home and got into the pool! The first time I got to go swimming since the surgery! The water was a bit cooler than I expected, but it still felt nice in the 100+ heat! It felt nice to work my hip in that way. The weekend was pretty uneventful. Sweetie and I saw &lt;em&gt;Public Enemy&lt;/em&gt;. It was good. Lots of guns...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend and Monday were also pretty uneventful. Yesterday, was not. I was just waking up, and stretching, like all normal people do and... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POP &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was &lt;strong&gt;LOUD&lt;/strong&gt; and it &lt;strong&gt;HURT&lt;/strong&gt;. I cried. Not gonna lie. And just the other day, I was thinking that I hadn't popped at ALL since the surgery. Made it almost 3 weeks. Set backs? Well.. Maybe? It's a little more sore than it had been. Right after the surgery, it hurt SO BAD to sneeze. So yeah, it hurts a little to sneeze again. That had subsided, but it's back again. I seem to have the same range of motion, and no pops since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where I'm at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Weeks Post Op.&lt;br /&gt;30 Minutes of cycling on the stationary bicycle daily.&lt;br /&gt;No crutches, walking pretty normally.&lt;br /&gt;Still hard to lift my knee in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Having troubles putting on socks, shoes, pants, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Post Op Appt in 3 weeks, will get a physical therapy regimen then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-5480924459613297298?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/5480924459613297298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/5480924459613297298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2009/07/uneventful.html' title='Uneventful'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-6595022166703696013</id><published>2009-07-13T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:22:07.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benihana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wicked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Sampson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shirasoni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Pea Swank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrap book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crutches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Office'/><title type='text'>Healing!</title><content type='html'>Things have been going very nicely. I kicked my crutches to the curb a few days ago. Only using them on outings where I might be knocked into. I don't walk perfectly yet, but it's getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last weekend, I've been taking it pretty easily. Sweetie usually comes over on his day off and we just laze around. My first outing was with Sweetie last Tuesday to the Verizon store. His phone was acting up, so we went to Verizon to see what they could do for us. We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alllllmost&lt;/span&gt; walked out of the store with a new phone, but decided against it. He's gonna try and stretch it out a tiny bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Verizon store, nothing could stop me! Wednesday I went to go see everyone at the Office and Doc took out my sutures. It was so nice to get them taken out! I had to tell Doc how to do it though. Dr. Sampson decided to do a continuous suture, and it kinda puzzled Doc for a minute. Then Thursday I went with Mom to the car dealership where she and Dad had just purchased a new car to go pick it up. That was fun! Who doesn't love the new car smell?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday kicked off the weekend. Sweetie came over and we stopped by the office to pick up something for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wifey&lt;/span&gt;. We headed off to the post office to mail some disability stuff. After that, we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Walgreen's&lt;/span&gt; to pick up a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prescription&lt;/span&gt; for me. Then we headed out for dinner! We decided to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shirasoni&lt;/span&gt;. Which is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;teppanyaki&lt;/span&gt; restaurant here. Sweetie is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Benihana&lt;/span&gt; king. So he was comparing everything from the ambiance to the menu choices to the actual taste of the food. He liked it all in all, so that was good! After dinner, I was tired and we came back to my house and watched a couple movies. It was nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up the next morning and got ready to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wifey's&lt;/span&gt;. Sweetie got here early and I  still wasn't ready. I forgot that I had to get on the stationary bicycle. I did 20 minutes that morning. I've had to add on 5 minutes every day as tolerated. We finally left for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wifey's&lt;/span&gt; and met her at a Starbucks to get my fix. I hadn't had one since before my surgery! We didn't do too much. She just made bows for her &lt;a href="http://sweetpeaswank.etsy.com/"&gt;Sweet Pea Swank&lt;/a&gt;. We had a nice dinner that she cooked for us and relaxed and watched a movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was lazy. I finished reading &lt;em&gt;Wicked.&lt;/em&gt; I was glad to be finished. Sweetie and I went to see the play back in April and I really enjoyed it. I thought the book would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;also&lt;/span&gt; be good, but it wasn't as great as I thought it would be. I was glad I finished it though. Today, is also lazy. Seems to be a running theme. Lately, I've been sorting my digital pictures. I'll move onto my print pictures soon enough. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Scrap booking&lt;/span&gt; is a goal of mine this next 10 weeks I'm off. So. We'll see what I actually get done...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-6595022166703696013?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/6595022166703696013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/6595022166703696013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2009/07/healing.html' title='Healing!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-3719593656305091986</id><published>2009-07-04T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:01:34.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anesthisologist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acetabular rim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psoas muscle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labral tear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grandma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Sampson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Levi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femoral head'/><title type='text'>Resection D Day - Day 3</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July!! Things have been going well! I went in with way more confidence in myself, and more importantly my surgeon. I had prayed that God would give me the courage and the confidence, and He did. I knew that God would be in control, and he difinitely was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D-Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our house bright and early at 7:30 am to be at the surgery center no later than 10:00am. Living in the San Francisco Bay Area you NEVER know what the traffic is going to be like! For once, traffic was easy! We made it there in great timing. I think we got there shortly after 9:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We registered and they brought us back into a little pre-op room. So different than the huge, open room at the hospital I had my surgery at last time. We had a little heater and I changed into a hospital gown. The nurse took my vitals and marked my right leg. We joked a little. Then we waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My surgery ended up getting pushed back a little more, but we were fine with that, I mean it wasn't 3:00pm or 4:00pm like they first thought! Finally Dr. Sampson came in and said hi. We talked about the procedure and he asked if we had any questions. We didn't and he left to go have some lunch before my surgery. After he came in, the anesthesiologist, Dr. Levi, came in. He put in my I.V. himself and asked me a bunch of questions. We also joked around, every one was fun at the surgery center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he had a quick lunch break they took me from my mom. I didn't cry this time. Probably because I was walking to the room. And mostly because I was confident that, yes, I was going through this whole ordeal again; Dr. Sampson will fix the problem. The were getting me ready and sticking things on my chest and we were all joking again. Mostly to get my mind off of what was going to happen next. The anesthesiologist had a HUGE syringe of white stuff in it. He said that I would feel the burning in my arm, and a nasty taste in my mouth and it's normal. He then started to push it in my I.V. And I did feel it burning in my arm, and I did taste it in my mouth, and my whole face when prickly. For you twilight readers I totally thought that it must be 100 times worse turning into a vampire......and then I was OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up shivering in recovery. I wasn't really cold, but I could NOT stop shivering. I tried to stop but I couldn't. They turned the heat up on my blanket and I was trying my hardest to wake up. I finally woke up a little bit. I was in more pain than last year. Which I felt was a good sign, since he said pain was good. I woke up enough and they took me to the pre-op room that I was in with Mom. She came in and they brought us tea, and it felt so good! I was STILL shivering. Luckily the tea made that stop. Getting something warm INSIDE my body is what I needed! I ate some cheez-its and some animal crackers and I was feeling really good! Last time I was nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got the ok to leave. It was a long drive home. Just about 2 hours with traffic. It sucked. I'm not gonna lie. I went to the bathroom before I left, but I thought my bladder was going to explode! Really. It was THAT bad. My Sweetie came over once we got home and we spent a couple hours together before I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night was absolutely awful! I fell asleep around 11:00pm and I woke up at mightnight. I went back to sleep and then woke up again about 1:30. I went back to sleep and woke up about 2:45. I stayed up for a little bit on my computer and then I fell back asleep around 3:30. I woke up again at 5:30. I fell asleep again and then I woke up a little before 8:00am.  I knew the first night was going to be awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick the entire freaking day the next day. I woke up ok, and started eating. By about 12 pm I was feeling really sick and I had vomitted. I ended up just sleeping and vomiting the entire day. It was horrible. I thought that the percocet was what did it last time. Apparently I would just be a horrible drug addict because I only get sick....lol I only woke up every 2-3 hours that night. Better than the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was lazy. I didn't really do much. Mom had to work so she left and Grandma stopped by a couple hours later. I got to take a shower and then Sweetie came over and spent the rest of the day with me. We just sat on the couch and watched "Top 100 Songs of the 90s" on vh1 and "The Office" &lt;em&gt;The Office &lt;/em&gt;is one of Sweetie's favorite shows, and I never watch it. So he brought over seasons 1 and 2 for me to watch. He left, I popped a lovely little sleep aide, and went to bed. I slept all night! It was so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, wifey stopped by with her family and saw me. I love seeing the girls and they are getting so big!! Sweetie will be by later and now I need a nap! We'll have the weekly family dinner and look for fireworks! But before I go, I will leave you with a list of the work my wonderful surgeon did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acetabular Rim Trimming - Yes, I had this done the first time. But according to the pictures not nearing enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Femoral Head Trimming  - Apparently the head-neck junction wasn't competely normal shaped either. Something Lazzarini missed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Labral tear repair - Remember that labral tear we found back in December that Lazzarini didn't think was a tear? Yeah.  There was a tiny tear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psoas muscle release. He shaved off some bumps so that this muscle would not "snap" over the joint like it had been.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lots of work and lots of pain. But it's getting better. I see my surgeon back in about 5 weeks and we'll see what he says then!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-3719593656305091986?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/3719593656305091986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/3719593656305091986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2009/07/resection-d-day-day-3.html' title='Resection D Day - Day 3'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-1576185360829245030</id><published>2009-06-30T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:36:05.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Sampson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss J'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc'/><title type='text'>Surgery time!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow morning is surgery. I've been so busy lately!! It's a lot different this time. I'm leaving poor Doc with someone who really isn't trained for him. Last year when I had surgery, Doc still had his private practice and we already had another girl working for us who knew how to do the things the way he liked etc. This time the girl who is covering for me has only worked with him a couple of times. Luckily, I got to train her a little bit last week when I went in for my Pre-op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my pre-op, it went very well! Once again, Dr. Sampson has reassured us. I believe that he really is the best surgeon for my case this time. It was also nice to see where I was going to have my surgery tomorrow. We got lost for my pre-op appointment! Luckily, Mom and I know that we're gonna get lost, especially driving in The City, so we allowed time for getting lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a nice call today! Mary, from the surgery center, called. Originally my surgery was supposed to be about 1:30. I was the second case after someone doing bilateral hip surgery (yuck!) But, Mary called and asked me to be there at 10! It was a wonderful answer to prayers! I was just praying this morning, as were several other people, that my surgery would be sooner, and over quick. And God answered my prayer! They moved my surgery up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad leaving work today, I'm going to miss my girls. I've become quite close to Miss J and Miss L, who work in the "back office" with me! I get along with everyone though, and I'll miss them all! Especially Doc! I feel bad. I worked late all last week and the week before getting ready for the girl who would cover for me. I ried to make it as easy as possible! Nice and organized!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better about blogging on my time off this time ;) Wish me luck! I'm so ready for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-1576185360829245030?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/1576185360829245030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/1576185360829245030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2009/06/surgery-time.html' title='Surgery time!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-7763304853404428083</id><published>2009-05-21T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:29:01.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='benefits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dr. Sampson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sutter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip Arthroscopy'/><title type='text'>Surgery? Consider it Scheduled.</title><content type='html'>So I finally called today during lunch to Dr. Sampson's office. I told her that I had seen Dr. Sampson and that he had wanted to do a Right Hip &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Arthroscopy&lt;/span&gt; on me. So she said she was scheduling into July right now and I told her that was perfect. I wanted it in July. Early July would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she gave me...... July 1, 2009 at 1:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got mixed feelings, but who wouldn't after having one surgery under their belt? I think that the risks definitely out weigh the benefits. I feel very confident in my surgeon. More so than my previous one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am awaiting a call regarding pricing and what my benefits actually do cover. Thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sutter&lt;/span&gt; for giving me CRAPPY benefits. Luckily, I've been told Dr. Sampson is very flexible. Thank God for this nice long weekend I have ahead of me. Fun plans with great friends can make &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; day a little brighter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-7763304853404428083?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7763304853404428083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7763304853404428083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2009/05/surgery-consider-it-scheduled.html' title='Surgery? Consider it Scheduled.'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-1602629325403985596</id><published>2009-05-05T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:25:58.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labrum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Impingement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acetabulum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sampson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc'/><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so..yeah.. It's been a little while. I've been busy? That's my only valid excuse. Working from 9-6 has its advantages, but one of the disadvantages is that after I get home around 6:30-7:30 depending on overtime I eat dinner and just lie down on the couch. My poor computer hardly gets used by my anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have an interesting update. Last weekend, was the anniversary of my first hip surgery....and I got rear ended. It was a wonderful day...can you hear the sarcasm in my typing? haha Sweetie and I didn't get hurt too bad. We're still sore and I'm experiencing persistent headaches. It's awful. I get to go see my doctor again to complain. I can't carry my purse on my shoulder for too long, it starts to hurt :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, enough poor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my new surgeon today. I LOVED him. He's Dr. Sampson in San Francisco. He was very nice and personable. He was basically complete opposite of Lazzarini. Not just in personality, but it approach. He was explaining to Mom and me that many surgeons will resect the labrum and it has been shown that sometimes this isn't the best approach. Also, many surgeons don't take a look at the femur to make sure that it's completely fine. In my case, it's not. It kinda flattens out and still causes impingement, leading to persistent pain. This should be corrected, he said, much like shaving off the acetabulum trying to make it as natural looking as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He explained that there are different feelings and ways to do this, but he assured Mom and me that if he were to go through with the surgery with me, he wouldn't just do what Lazzarini did. This obviously did not fix the problem. He explained that he would shave off the flattened part and also look inside the hip joint capsul and make sure that everything is normal. He told me that he would check the anchor that Lazzarini put in to see if I was having a bad reaction or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed very competent. He's older than Lazzarini and was saying that he's done over 800 hip arthroscopies since 2001. He regularly attends conferences, gives lectures, and keeps up on the latest news. It comforts me that he isn't going to just do what Lazzarini did. That he has a different approach and noted that especially with resections that need to be revised such as mine. He even said I might end up on one of his lecture slides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as scheduling another surgery goes, I need to figure out work. It won't be as easy this time since Doc isn't in private practice anymore. At least I'll have some Paid Time Off and Extended Sick Leave to help supplement State Disability. Sampson did tell me that it is up to me as far as scheduling. Wish me luck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-1602629325403985596?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/1602629325403985596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/1602629325403985596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-6742341988935668958</id><published>2009-01-27T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:54:06.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii Fit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Two Words:</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TIME FLIES!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, toward the end of the day, I realized something. I was talking with a friend at church and we were discussing school and my plans etc. And it hit me. I was officially NINE, yes NINE, months post op!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I wasn't feeling the greatest yesterday. I was tired, and my hip was sore! But I must say that over the past month, I haven't been as sore at all! So I'm hoping Lazzarini was right in that I just needed more time. I've also been doing this wonderful thing called: Wii Fit! If you have a wii, wii fit is a MUST get! I LOVE the yoga for my hip! It has a lot of other cool stuff on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than that, life has been pretty boring. Work consumes my week. I'm starting to be excited about even the thought of going back to school! I'm still sticking to my updated plan of not going ahead with the scope on my right hip. So far, I think it will be more trouble than it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all right now I am pretty happy with my hip. It hasn't been giving me too much trouble, lets hope it stays that way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-6742341988935668958?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/6742341988935668958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/6742341988935668958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-words.html' title='Two Words:'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-8536798877021106936</id><published>2009-01-11T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:29:25.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiologist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>Time certainly is flying! I feel like I don't have any to spare! So, I decided to post the post below that was unfinished and write another one. I'm not going to church today. I'm pretty sick. I pretty much have no voice and coughing up lots of nice green stuff. So I'm going to try to NOT talk for the majority of the day...we'll see how that goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I saw Lazzarini before he left for New York. I waited for a freaking hour! He came in and was like, didn't they tell you I was going to be late? I said yeah, but I have a job and can't just leave to come see you whenever. He was said, "Oh, sorry." YEAH YOU SHOULD BE SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He took a look at the films, which he was very displeased they were on CD, and said he disagreed with the radiologist. (Big surprise!) He told me that he saw where the radiologist thought there might be tearing, but he didn't think it was. AND it wasn't in the same spot as my pain has been in! That was kind of a relief. He told me that he thinks I just may take longer to heal and to be patient. I was ok with this answer for now. It gives me time to find a new surgeon, if I so choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking with Mom, I have decided to forego the surgery on my right hip indefinitely. Honestly, my right hip was never as bad as my left. And it really worries me that I won't heal properly like my left hip. I'm also worried that my left hip won't be strong and stable enough for quite some time! My loved ones all seem to agree with this, so that's comforting! Doc is THRILLED! He didn't want to lose me for another 12 weeks...lol I'm just glad no one has said, "You're stupid, get the surgery!" Even Lazzarini said that my case was mild enough I probably didn't need surgery on my right side; and we all know how cut-happy surgeons are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was nice, I was a little sick then too. That's what I get for working with all the sick kids! I got a lot of stuff for my wii. It was a smaller Christmas than we're used to as a family, but no one minded! We love each other and celebrate Christ's birth regardless of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years was fun! Sweetie and I went to Wifey's and hung out with her family. We were supposed to go to their church, which was having a function like it normally does for New Year's, but her girlies caught the bug that is going around. We had fun just hanging and wii'ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend Sweetie and I snuck away to....DISNEYLAND!! It was crowded, but I am SO happy to report that on the drive up and down, which is a good 6 hours, my hips were fine! I hurt a little bit in the park after going up a ton of stairs and walking up inclines, but all in all it was a pretty pain-free trip! I can feel that I'm getting better!! Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=53042&amp;amp;l=d0c05&amp;amp;id=675166601"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to our pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully 2009 brings better tidings than 2008...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-8536798877021106936?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/8536798877021106936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/8536798877021106936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies...'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-6515805365919031579</id><published>2008-11-26T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:08:11.774-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BabyGirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labral tear'/><title type='text'>MRA</title><content type='html'>I had my MRA yesterday. It went..ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived EARLY! Honestly I was surprised I found it so easily. If you know me personally, you know that I'm not the greatest with directions... I mean seriously, I get lost in parking lots... I filled out all my paperwork and then got the text from Wifey's Hubby that BabyGirl was born. I got teary-eyed. I really wanted to be there :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After filling out the paper work, I sat and waited for a little while. Then the tech came and got me and brought me next door to the hospital. I had to get the injection at the hospital. So she had me verify more stuff and I sat and waited for the tech to get me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A student came and got me and said I just needed to undress from the waist down. That wasn't too bad! But he was impatient. He was like, are you ok in there? Dude, can you seriously give me a few minutes? Obviously if you don't already know why I'm here, I'm having hip problems. Give me some time to take off my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into the room they were going to do the procedure in. They hadn't set up so they got out all their little tools and what not. Then they had me lie down on the table and wait for the doctor to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came in and he was VERY nice. He listened to me and he knew all about FAI and labral tears and everything. I really liked him. He joked here and there while he was doing it. It didn't hurt too badly, but honestly, my emotions got the better of me and I started crying. It was finally getting to me that I am going through this AGAIN! He kept asking if I was ok, and all I could do was nod. I told him when it felt like my joint was really tight and he stopped injecting. He didn't even hit my bone. I wish I could have him every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got dressed and walked back over to the MRI building and was still kinda crying. The tech asked if I needed anything and I shook my head no. So she put me in the dressing room and told me to come out when I was ready. I tried to make myself look a tiny bit more composed... I put eye drops in and took a few deep breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out to the MRI and they strapped me onto the table. They gave me ear plugs, and it made me sad. They didn't have music in this MRI like they did at the other place. They loaded me in and I closed my eyes and just tried to clear my mind. I got teary a few more times but by the time I was out I was feeling ok. I got dressed and then I called Sweetie to let him know I was done. We went out to lunch and then off to see Wifey's beautiful BabyGirl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then (yes there's more) I was supposed to have an appointment with Lazzarini to go over my MRA. But SOMEONE decided to go to freaking surgery instead of looking at my beautiful face and telling me about my dumb MRA. So later this morning I had the bright idea of having my Supervisor call and get the report so I could at least see what the radiologist said. I went to lunch and when I got back the report was there. I read it and it says that I have a 1cm tear in my labrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to do anymore. I mean seriously. He was supposed have fixed me. I have a few questions now for him. This is ridiculous. I want to know if this tear is in the same spot. Did he miss it? When did it happen? Why did it happen post-op if it did, I mean he took care of the FAI! (or so he says...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I should have called and gotten the report like I had my Supervisor do...but now I'm goint to have a lot to google over the weekend so I can bombard him with questions. UGH! But BabyGirl made it all better last night when I saw her :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-6515805365919031579?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/6515805365919031579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/6515805365919031579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/11/mra.html' title='MRA'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-5023692511390902289</id><published>2008-11-25T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:44:31.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BabyGirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><title type='text'>Wifey's BabyGirl!</title><content type='html'>Wifey had her beautiful BabyGirl! I got the honor of seeing her last night! She was born at 9:24 am. She weighed in at 6 lbs 15.2 oz and was 20" long. I see a lot of babies, and maybe I'm biased, but she was one of the most beautiful babies I have ever seen! Her blonde hair is too cute and her coloring was amazing! I told wifey that I was gonna be bad about them testing her for jaundice if she looked yellow to me, but she didn't ONE BIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bells.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/bells.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-5023692511390902289?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/5023692511390902289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/5023692511390902289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/11/wifeys-babygirl.html' title='Wifey&apos;s BabyGirl!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-5445529770583559571</id><published>2008-11-19T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:01:55.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged?!</title><content type='html'>So, a friend of mine tagged me in her blog to do a photo post. I thought it would be fun, so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to your pictures file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the 4th file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to the 4th picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Post it and tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 4 more people. (k.. I can't do 5... The people I'd tag have already done it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is from my Disney trip with Wifey (big surprise) for my birthday last year! I was on the phone with someone I didn't really wanna talk to...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disney06-07007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disney06-07004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 468px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="600" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/Disney06-07004.jpg" width="657" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you some more from the trip too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Birthdays at the Blue Bayou!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disney06-07011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 580px" height="675" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/Disney06-07011.jpg" width="481" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my fav pics with Wifey was taken during this trip! Our eyes just POP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disney06-07007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 461px; HEIGHT: 347px" height="517" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/Disney06-07007.jpg" width="638" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Splash Mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disney06-07002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 463px; HEIGHT: 327px" height="404" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/Disney06-07002.jpg" width="525" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tower of Terror! My fav ride in the CA park... This picture was a "retake"... The first time Wifey had her foot out and they deleted the picture...lol So we rode it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Disney06-07048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 490px; HEIGHT: 280px" height="500" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/Disney06-07048.jpg" width="659" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-5445529770583559571?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/5445529770583559571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/5445529770583559571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged?!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-2537912978962841978</id><published>2008-11-18T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:55:28.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labral tear'/><title type='text'>You've Been Thinking About Something Too Much When...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...When you start having dreams about it!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night about my MRA. I finally got it scheduled. It will be done on the 25th... Which is when Wifey is having her baby :/ BUT I will definitely be there after! I'll make Sweetie drive. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, my dream. I had gotten the MRA done, and it went off without a hitch. He didn't hit my bone this time. (hopefully that will at least come true!) So I went in to my appointment with Lazzarini and he was looking at the MRI. He pointed out a part that looked really funny. He said a piece of the titanium anchor he put in my hip had come off and jetted out and that's what my pain was coming from. In my dream, he was very unsure of himself and if we should even go in to do more surgery. And I was like, Just tell me what is best, but in all honesty I'll punch you in the face if we have to have surgery again. And he was all nervous and unsure of what to do since he couldn't fix me the first time. It was very reassuring...NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know where that idea came from.&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't think the anchor he put in could break apart, and I don't even know if it's titanium or not!&lt;br /&gt;2. He is SO not nervous and SO sure of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a week till my MRA. They told me yesterday I can't take any anti-inflammatory drugs :( That REALLY REALLY sucks because Tylenol does CRAP for me! I haven't had to take anything yet today, but I ALMOST forgot and took Motrin at work...OOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that if anything is wrong is that my labrum didn't heal correctly and/or I have another labral tear. So we'll know in about 8 days... Any bets?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-2537912978962841978?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/2537912978962841978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/2537912978962841978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/11/youve-been-thinking-about-something-too.html' title='You&apos;ve Been Thinking About Something Too Much When...'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-4630171290658616424</id><published>2008-11-14T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:50:53.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arthrogram'/><title type='text'>Now You See it...Now You Don't!</title><content type='html'>So I called this morning to schedule my MRA. I was very excited I could have it next week. I don't want to have to wait any longer than necessary! So she said she was going to get the authorization from my insurance and give me a call back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she's a quick worker! She got the auth in a couple hours and called me back. I answered all the same questions. Basically they want to know if I have any metal foreign bodies in me that would affect the MRI. Which, I don't. I just have a couple piercings and I'll take those out prior to going on. It was scheduled for 10:15 am on 11/19. I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed while I was with a patient, I was getting a call. I couldn't take it, so I let it go to voice mail. When I got out of the room, sure enough, it was her calling me back again. So I listened to the voicemail. Apparently the surgical center they would do the arthrogram at isn't contracted with my insurance. So now she's frantically trying to get me in some place where everyone takes my insurance. Since I have been working, I opted to take their insurance, Blue Cross. I knew my surgeon wasn't covered, but they were working on it. I mean come on people, Blue Cross is a huge insurance! Why can't you be nice and take it!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got her on the phone and they are trying to find a place that does MRI Arthrograms... So I'm going to call and see if I can find a place. Honestly it shouldn't be that hard...Right!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-4630171290658616424?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/4630171290658616424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/4630171290658616424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-you-see-itnow-you-dont.html' title='Now You See it...Now You Don&apos;t!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-9010087263728824369</id><published>2008-11-13T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:30:27.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue shorts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Round 2 Put on Hold...</title><content type='html'>So my appointment with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lazzarini&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to be yesterday. But in true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lazz&lt;/span&gt; fashion, he rescheduled it. Big surprise. SO I had to miss work to go see him this afternoon. My appointment was at 2:45. I got there right about 2:45 and I signed in and gave them my new insurance card, paid my copay and sat down to be called back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; Sweetie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wifey&lt;/span&gt; some while I was waiting. Big surprise, waiting... So I finally get called back into a room and of course I get to put on my favorite blue shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1113081511.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 355px; HEIGHT: 563px" height="682" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/1113081511.jpg" width="410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to wait again... I waited a total of about an hour. I was seen at approx 3:45. I would have complained, but a little kid walked in crying with his arm in a sling. So I think he casted him first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lazzarini&lt;/span&gt; walks in and says, "How dare you still be in pain?!" (jokingly). I laughed and told him I didn't want to be. So we talked a little bit about how I think it's improved but not. He talked about sending me home with home exercises. Then I would come back in early December and if it hadn't improved do another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MRA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that he had me lie down on the table and he rolled my leg, like you would roll dough out. And he asked how it felt. I told him I could feel it kinda catching on something. So he took his hand and pressed it into my hip and rolled my leg back and forth again. Then he got up and left the room.. I was like ...? OK... So he came back in with a stethoscope and placed it on my hip and rolled my leg slowly. He said he could hear it and would like to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MRA&lt;/span&gt; done now. THEN he springs on me that he's leaving in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; because he's going to be some assistant professor in New York.. UGH! But at least the surgeon who will be taking over my case assisted on my last surgery. He also said that he will still have guest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt; at the hospital so he may be able to come back. That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he shakes my hand and tells me I know the drill (meaning I know how they schedule the MRA, etc.) and leaves. I had to hold back tears. I was hoping he would tell me that everything is still normal. I was really glad when I heard him say at first that home exercises may help. Stupid catching... When I got to the car, I have to admit I started to cry. I just feel for as much time and money that I've invested into this that it should be fixed. But working in the medical field, I know that some things just aren't always fixed 100% the first time. Looks like I can get my MRA done next wednesday. I'll call tomorrow morning to confirm it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is all in God's hands, and it's God's plan. It's still hard though when things don't go the way that YOU think that they should. I know that there is a silver lining somewhere, I'll find it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-9010087263728824369?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/9010087263728824369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/9010087263728824369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/11/round-2-put-on-hold.html' title='Round 2 Put on Hold...'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-3826084124152590773</id><published>2008-11-06T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:02:26.517-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Savior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Counting Down the Days!</title><content type='html'>Seems like I've been counting down the days to a lot of things lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wifey giving birth! I can't wait to see the new addition to wifey's family! I'm so flipping excited you do not EVEN know! It should happen pretty much any day now! EEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Appointment with Lazzarini. I get to go complain to him more. I'm 28 weeks post op tomorrow. I still have pain, especially when I'm driving. I pop a lot. I don't have a very good range of motion. It scares me that I might have another labral tear. Wifey thinks (and I greatly appreciate her input) that I should go with a steroid injection if he offers it to see if it alleviates the pain for a while. I just want to be fixed. I have spent so much money on this that I just think for the amount I've spent and for what he offered, I should get it. I'm thinking he'll want to do another MRA...so we'll see. Pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. TWILIGHT MOVIE!! I'm SOOO excited for the Twilight movie! I've already have it all lined up to see it twice...Wifey and a group of our friends are going opening night, and Dolly wants to go see it that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. NEW COMPUTER!!! YES! I FINALLY ORDERED A NEW COMPUTER! Yeah, that's right. I ordered it. Working with Sutter Health, I get a discount on Dell computers. I've heard some good things about them recently. They aren't the crap they once were. AND they offer good, long warranties. Which I NEED! If you know me personally, you know that I break electronics...hehe... So it should be here the week of Thanksgiving if not sooner!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thanksgiving! I love Thanksgiving. This year it's on Mom's birthday! Luckily Dad takes care of the turkey, so she just has to take care of the fixings. Then I, with some help from my sisters (sometimes), do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. CHRISTMAS!! I seriously love Christmas. It's the time of year I get to celebrate my Savior's birth and remember that all great things start out small! What a wonderful God I have to give me such a gift! We get to spend time with our families and loved ones, and of course SHOP! Who could ask for anything more!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-3826084124152590773?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/3826084124152590773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/3826084124152590773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/11/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting Down the Days!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-2715579982955669503</id><published>2008-10-30T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:40:04.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc'/><title type='text'>Cookies in the Oven!</title><content type='html'>I'm in the process of baking cookies for tomorrow's potluck at work. I would rather bake than cook any day. While they're in the oven, I thought I'd give an update about how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a lot slower than yesterday, which was welcomed with open arms by both Doc and myself! I got caught up on some paper work&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;which as some of you know is one of my favorite things to do (not); however, it was much needed. We got free lunch today. That is one nice (yet bad) thing about working for a big group: reps bring in lunch. Why is it bad? Well, often times it's stuff that's high-cal and just not as healthy as one would like! I have eaten more since I started working here than when Doc would buy me lunch! We had panera today, which wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Doc and I met with the Big-Wigs at the big pediatric hospital in the area. It went well I think. We told them which specialists we needed closer out here. They have a clinic about 45 minutes from us, but it's still half way between their main hospital! They weren't too optimistic about the wait times for their developmental peds, neurologists, and psychiatrists... However, it gives us closer options! After our meeting, Doc made a round trip our area to show them all the different pediatric groups in the area that could potentially give them referrals, in hopes to woo them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon was also quiet for us. It's almost Halloween, one of the biggest kid holidays, so no kid wants to admit they're sick and no parent wants to be the bad guy who takes them to the doctor and finds out they can't go out trick or treating! I would expect it to not be busy tomorrow, or at least I hope it isn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurting pretty bad today in both hips. I sat quite a bit today. Normally I'm up and down walking around. That's one of the cons about being slow... Tomorrow I'm going to check with my supervisor as to which day would be the best to take off for my appointment. I'm thinking Wednesday since Doctor J is off and his MA used to work with Doc and I. She knows how he likes things. So I'll probably take off the early that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to one of the office managers at Lazzarini's re: my insurance. She was pretty helpful. &lt;em&gt;Hopefully&lt;/em&gt; I can get them to take most of what I would normally pay out of pocket for an in-network provider. Sadly the new insurance I have to take, they aren't contracted with. UGH! But I know I just need to keep focusing on God and He will lead me through this mess, like He has since the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-2715579982955669503?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/2715579982955669503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/2715579982955669503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/10/cookies-in-oven.html' title='Cookies in the Oven!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-6978787726294391879</id><published>2008-10-29T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:28:25.282-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pediatric specialists'/><title type='text'>Big Meeting</title><content type='html'>So, Doc has a big meeting tomorrow with a big hospital about getting more pediatric specialists out here. Here, in the boonies (as we call  it), we are at a loss with pedi specialists. We have &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; specialists, but with the more "in-demand" ones such as neurology, developmental pediatrics, and things such as those it's a really long wait. It's really hard to watch parents be frustrated with how long it takes to get into see a doctor so they can begin to try to figure out what's wrong with their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND he asked me to sit in. I'm not exactly sure what it all entails, except that I know more than he does about the kinds of waits our patients are having to wait, the distances that they have to travel to see someone, and the problems that we have with getting what specialists that are relitively nearby covered by insurance...UGH!! It should be interesting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip? What? Did you say something? Ignore? What? Psh..No...Ok maybe yes. I have been kinda ignoring my hip.......when it allows. Yes, I know it's bad. But I'm going to ignore it like I did for 4 years before until I get an appointment with Lazzarini. No, I haven't scheduled it. I have to figure out which day of the week I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; schedule it. Stupid work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I BOUGHT MY TWILIGHT TICKET! So I'm excited. Very, very excited. YAY! So on that note, I am going to go to go. And soon, very soon I will have a computer again.. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-6978787726294391879?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/6978787726294391879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/6978787726294391879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-meeting.html' title='Big Meeting'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-3900961105922735123</id><published>2008-10-22T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:24:04.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><title type='text'>Oops..</title><content type='html'>So, it's been awhile.. Again... I am still without a computer, so that makes me sad. I need to make more time to update everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in 3 days I will be officially 6 months post op... I keep thinking that in 3 days I will be all magically better that the surgery really did work... I have a feeling though that it won't be like that... I was supposed to call and get my MRI done, but I had decided to wait until I was sure that I could go through with the surgery.. So I think the first week of November I will make an appointment to see Lazzarini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not much has been going on. Wifey is getting ever so much closer to the baby being born. I know that she just wants it to be all over. I'm excited, and so is the rest of her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, work has been going well. There was some issues with insurance, but me being as proactive as I am, helped fix the problem. We're getting busier and busier as the cold and flu season starts up, which is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetie has decided that he will quit his job and go back to school for the Winter semester. So he's excited (for now). I wish I could do that...but I still have hip stuff that I need to work out before I can go back. It makes me pretty sad actually. I just want to get this over with so that I can go and get on with my life. For now, I will continue to enjoy life and will update after I go see Lazzarini....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-3900961105922735123?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/3900961105922735123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/3900961105922735123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/10/oops.html' title='Oops..'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-6320192730863988118</id><published>2008-09-12T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:23:50.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestie'/><title type='text'>If You Didn't Know...Now You Do!</title><content type='html'>I can be lazy...Yes. I'm talking about me. haha. Most of those who know me in real life know that I can be extremely lazy. And let me just say, that I deserve it (sometimes)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also been harder to find time to blog as I am still sans a computer. My mom has started up taking her part-time classes again and uses her computer more often, which shifts Jewels to the computer in the kitchen, which is the computer that I normally go on when I find a spare moment here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been getting busier lately. So that means more running around. So that means more stress on my hip. Honestly, I'm starting to get a little worried. He made it seem like it should be perfect around the 6 month mark. I'm about 6wks away from that. Which is a really short period of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night Bestie and I went to the gym. I went for a swim. It felt nice, and I think that I need to just stretch it out more. SO I'm gonna pick back up the stretches that the PT had me doing and do some swimming and walking on the treadmill and possibly some stationary cycling and hopefully that will help. I want to be perfect by October 25!! He said if it's not better, he'd consider going back in...Which I'd like to avoid! I mean, what sane person wouldn't?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that life has been pretty boring. It seems all I do is work, and then crash on the weekends! Sweetie and I go out and see movies here and there, but other than that I'm, well, lazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-6320192730863988118?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/6320192730863988118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/6320192730863988118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-didnt-knownow-you-do.html' title='If You Didn&apos;t Know...Now You Do!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-7510904706539435793</id><published>2008-08-28T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:22:51.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x-ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc'/><title type='text'>DING DING! Time for round two!</title><content type='html'>So I saw Lazzarini today. It was my 16 wk post op appointment. But I'm really 17 weeks..almost 18 weeks. I thought I was a week behind not long ago...So I went to work this morning and got some organizational stuff done with Doc. I clocked out at 12:40 for lunch so that I could make my 1:00 appointment. I got there a few minute early and registered, paid my copay, and waited to be called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm used to Lazzarini gracing me with his presence a little bit later than normal. He's fashionably late. So it's about 1:20, and the Medical Assistant comes in and says that he's STILL running behind and he's on his way from the hospital and asked if there was anything "wrong". So I told her about the stabbing pain in the side of my hip from time to time. They decided to x-ray me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY he comes in at 2:00.. At this point, I'm already 20 minutes late to clock-in! So he apologized and notice my tan?! lol.. I didn't think it was THAT noticable, but I was like, "what else can you do but lie in the sun all day when you're on disability!?" He laughed and examined me. He told me that he felt as though my hip was still a little inflammed and that it was normal. He could give me a shot for it, but I opted out. I'm not a fan of those anti-inflammatory shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him about my left hip, and told him it doesn't hurt AS much, but it does after long periods of time. SO we he ordered another MRI and they'll call and schedule that for me... Maybe I can do it on a Friday and leave work early...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, I will keep doing what I'm doing. He said I can return to normal activies lightly. So that means I can finally do whatever I want!! EEEK! I wanna go ice skating...who's coming with me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-7510904706539435793?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7510904706539435793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7510904706539435793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/08/ding-ding-time-for-round-two.html' title='DING DING! Time for round two!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-7083518438919066294</id><published>2008-08-22T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:15:41.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labral tear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pos op'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland'/><title type='text'>16 weeks Post Op!</title><content type='html'>I have made it 16 weeks post op!! It's hard to believe sometimes that I've actually had hip surgery, let alone it happened 16 weeks ago! I've definitely had my share of up and downs throughout this process. I never knew what to expect throughout this process. Of course some of it has been what I expected...and some way not! I was thinking about my expectations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Lots and lots of pain right after surgery.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that didn't happen. When they woke me up from surgery and asked me my pain level, they were surprised when I said a 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. The medicine would work well.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it didn't. It kinda helped the pain when it got a little bad, but I only took the good stuff (percocet) for a day and a half. I ended up throwing it all up on day two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. I would be on crutches for up to 12 weeks!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out I was only on crutches for 6 weeks, so that was a nice improvement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;4. I was going to be bored out of my mind.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I found quite a bit to do. I finished a quilt and am giving it to wifey. I watched a lot of TV and texted A LOT! I had over 10k texts sent/received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;5. I wouldn't go to Disneyland for a while...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psh, like hip surgery would really stop an addict like me! I went when I was freshly 6 weeks post op!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6. It would be an easy recovery&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it pretty much has been...but it's been a LONG recovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some of my healing expectations were way different than reality because we didn't know I had a torn labrum, which has a pretty long total recovery time. All in all, I would definitely do it again...and I am... I have another post op appt on 8/28 and I'm going to talk to him about doing my left hip. Some times, when I walk, it feels like something is "catching" on the inside. It's hard to describe. I hope he gets it...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I will continue to be a good girl and heal, and not complain too much :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-7083518438919066294?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7083518438919066294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7083518438919066294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/08/16-weeks-pos-op.html' title='16 weeks Post Op!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-760198101565302241</id><published>2008-08-17T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:39:53.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tropic Thunder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motherboard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pineapple Express'/><title type='text'>Burnt and Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BURNT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sweetie and I went to the beach yesterday. I brought sunblock and failed to put it on (typical me). As you can see to the right, I'm a white girl...haha So we had a good time lying on the beach and looking for sea glass for a good 4 hours. I thought I wouldn't burn as easily since I had been working on a base tan. But sadly enough it was not not as substantial as I thought it may have been. I got pretty red. So did Sweetie, I feel really bad about that! :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels nice to walk in the sand (or rocks when looking for sea glass). I feel as though it's good streching and strengthening for my hip. Toward the end, I was getting a little sore. But I woke up this morning just fine! AND I can FINALLY sleep how I used to. On my stomach, with my right knee bent to the side. BUT I've gotten used to sleeping the other way! lol so I'm sure I'll be whining again when I get my other hip done that I can't sleep how I want to again...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we left the dreaded beach and went to go see &lt;a href="http://www.tropicthunder.com/"&gt;Tropic Thunder&lt;/a&gt;. He had seen it the night before and thought it was so funny that he wanted to take me to see it. I have to admit, it was really funny. So if you are looking for a good laugh I recommend Tropic Thunder or &lt;a href="http://www.ridetheexpress.com/"&gt;Pineapple Express&lt;/a&gt; (which we saw last week). We see a lot of movies. Wifey made the comment last night that watching movies is pretty much all we do. And it's pretty much all I CAN do at the moment. I want to try bowling soon, and no one will take me ice skating. They're too afraid for me...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night I went to turn on my computer and realized it wasn't turning on. It was plugged in and had been plugged in all day. All it does when you press the on button is flash on for a few seconds and then flash off. You don't hear the harddrive "thinking" or the fan turning on. It's awful! :(  Luckily my Uncle M used to work on computers. So while Sweetie and I were getting charred yesterday, Uncle M took a look at my poor machine. He thinks it's some connector in the motherboard. Meaning, a new motherboard all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I always need to buy the product replacement plans on my electronics. I always end up breaking them. The last 2 years, I've gone through 8 phones. Yes, EIGHT phones! Luckily, I had the insurance on my phones so I only had to pay 2 replacement fees. I suppose I'm a little too hard on my equipment. They should let me test things to see how they hold up...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided so far, I'm not going to fix my computer. A new motherboard is around $150. I recently bought an external hard drive to put all of my music and pictures and files on and loaded it up a few weeks ago. I would be more inclined to fix my computer if I actually had stuff on it. For now, I will use one of my parents' computers. I would really like to wait and get a &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbookpro/"&gt;Mac&lt;/a&gt;! But for those of you who know me, know how impatient I am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-760198101565302241?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/760198101565302241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/760198101565302241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/08/burnt-and-broken.html' title='Burnt and Broken'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-1993310019877981841</id><published>2008-08-11T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:20:52.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sutter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacaville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fairfield'/><title type='text'>Fairfield? Vacaville? Isn't it all the same?!</title><content type='html'>SO I apparently, always get Fairfield and Vacaville mixed up. Don't ask me why. I don't live there. I don't really care. But I know Sutter Regional Medical Foundation has headquarters in both cities. So yeah. I had to do orientation today...In &lt;i&gt;Fairfield&lt;/i&gt; but I thought it was &lt;i&gt;Vacaville&lt;/i&gt;.  So I had to wake up at FIVE in the morning so I could be ready to leave by 6 to get there by 8. Yeah, that didn't work well. I woke up around 5:20 and left around 6:20... At least I got there at 7:30! I thought traffic was going to be worse, but it wasn't! It would have been nice though, if they had told me which building and room to go to. I had to wander around lost. I finally got there though, only a couple minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was your regular orientation. But we got to meet the CEO and a couple other big wigs at the Foundation. They were talking about where to park, and I couldn't help but laugh. They said all employees, even guests from other campuses, should park along the outter rim. YEAH FREAKING RIGHT! I used my handicap status. I can't walk that far especially when 1. I was hurting already (which I'll explain why) and 2. I would be sitting &lt;i&gt;all day&lt;/i&gt;. Other than that it was your basic orientation. Nothing too exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night I was massaging my hip because it makes it feel better and I felt something weird! So I feel around more and it's like a little ball off to the side. I made Mom feel it. And she thought it felt weird. It doesn't hurt when I press it, but after I've been pressing it a bit, it hurts. Yes, I know, then don't do that! lol Sweetie said I should go to the doctor. His answer for &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;. Which cracks me up because he NEVER goes to the doctor! And I told Wifey about it today and she thought it could be scar tissue or calcium build up. Two very good possibilities. However, since it doesn't hurt actively when I press down on it, I'm not paying a co-pay just to have him tell me not to worry about it. I go in on the 28th and I'll ask him then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also while I'm there, I'm going to mention that my left hip has been like, having this popping out feeling when I walk. Kinda like it's loose in the joint or something. It's really hard to explain. He'll probably tell me it's normal with all the stress I've been putting on it (or so I'd like to think). It would be nice to get my next surgery done and over with, but honestly, I don't know if my right hip can handle it yet. Which makes me worry. It better be able to before the first of the year! I don't want to have to pay more deductibles!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's back to work like usual tomorrow and then I will go to...&lt;i&gt;Vacaville&lt;/i&gt; Thurs afternoon and all day Friday...Not looking forward to that one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-1993310019877981841?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/1993310019877981841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/1993310019877981841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/08/fairfield-vacaville-isnt-it-all-same.html' title='Fairfield? Vacaville? Isn&apos;t it all the same?!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-2765993106950658635</id><published>2008-08-06T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:10:53.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Good Week/Bad Week</title><content type='html'>Well. So far it's been a pretty good week. I can't complain too much! The past couple of weeks by Wednesday I wanted to either shoot myself in the head, or cut off my leg at the hip. This week, it doesn't seem to be as bad! I am 14.5 weeks post op. I can tell it's getting slightly better as I can stand with all my weight on my right leg for short periods of time. I am still having some problems with extension while walking and getting figety and uncomfortable during movies or long periods of time in the car. BUT! Let me tell you that it is a lot better! I can really see God healing me in all of this and I'm trying to prepare myself for the next hip surgery, which I'd like to possibly bring up on my appointment on the 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. It's also been a bad week. :( Wifey is at church camp and I am not! I couldn't get the time off because of the new job and it has been KILLING me not being able to text with her! One text made it through yesterday morning, but I haven't heard anything else. I'm keeping all of them in my prayers especially Wifey and hoping that she will have no-minimal contractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, things are well. Minimal hip pain and I'm excited to see Lazzarini the Thursday after next to talk about what kind of options we have to start treatment on the left hip...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-2765993106950658635?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/2765993106950658635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/2765993106950658635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-weekbad-week.html' title='Good Week/Bad Week'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-8560166830703289708</id><published>2008-07-31T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:52:00.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anesthisologist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Physical Therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consultation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x-ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiologist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Muir Medical Center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fluroscopy'/><title type='text'>The Price of Hip Arthroscopy to Fix Impingement and Labral Tear</title><content type='html'>Consultation with Lazzarini and x-rays:    $    401.00&lt;br /&gt;Hip Fluroscopy (equipment/supplies):      $  2,447.00&lt;br /&gt;MRI:                                                                $  1,612.00&lt;br /&gt;Fluroscopy Procedure:                                 $     815.00&lt;br /&gt;Post MRI talk with Lazzarini:                     $      127.00&lt;br /&gt;Examination by Lazzarini:                           $        97.00&lt;br /&gt;Pre-op chest x-ray:                                       $     510.00&lt;br /&gt;Pre-op labs:                                                    $      370.00&lt;br /&gt;Lazzarini's Assistant Operative Fee:           $      916.00&lt;br /&gt;Lazzarini's Fee:                                               $   4,584.00&lt;br /&gt;Anesthisologist Fee:                                       $   1,260.00&lt;br /&gt;John Muir Medical Center:                           $ 46,808.00&lt;br /&gt;Radiologist:                                                      $         45.00&lt;br /&gt;Post Op Check-up:                                         $         75.00&lt;br /&gt;5 Sessions of Phys Therapy:                         $    1,126.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grand Total:&lt;/strong&gt;                                               &lt;strong&gt;$ 61,193.00&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think this morning, while I was fighting with John Muir Medical Center about my bill and a $790 orthopaedic shoe that I never received, how much has my right hip cost me this past year?? So, I decided to look up all my claims online and add everything up. My insurance, of course, has paid for a good majority of it. I can't even imagine not having insurance at this point. I don't have the best insurance, but thank God I do have something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I've met all of my out-of-pocket costs (that I'm aware of). So this next surgery, I shouldn't have to pay a dime!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-8560166830703289708?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/8560166830703289708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/8560166830703289708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/price-of-hip-arthroscopy-to-fix.html' title='The Price of Hip Arthroscopy to Fix Impingement and Labral Tear'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-3329851567499948351</id><published>2008-07-29T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:33:53.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God's Always Working</title><content type='html'>It's always nice to see that God is taking care of me. Through all this I knew that He lead me to the right surgeon to give me the correct diagnosis. Lazzarini has been wonderful through this whole process basically giving me what I want, with in reason, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God also gave me a wonderful anesthesiologist. I have to admit, I was quite worried about that. Insurance sucks. I've gone over that before... I was worried that my anesthesiologist wouldn't be covered... In my area, Blue Shield has NO contracted anesthesiologists! We were told that they would bill my insurance. The insurance would mail me a check for the non-contracted price. Then we would mail the check to them. They would send us a letter to send to Blue Shield saying that they were the only group in the area and that there are no contracted doctors. Then, hopefully, Blue Shield would take pity on us and send us another check for the rest of the amount that a contracted doctor would get. THEN we could send a letter saying that we had a hardship and they would &lt;em&gt;consider&lt;/em&gt; writing off the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went through the first part. God answered our prayers and Blue Shield decided to send us the rest of the money that a contracted doctor would get. We were excited. Mom then wrote a letter (she's so good at that!) and sent it off to the anesthesiologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently we got a letter back saying that we owed NOTHING!! PRAISE GOD! He really does take care of His children. That's approx 400 less in medical bills I have! I just finished a thank you card for him and plan on sending a letter to my surgeon to see if he will write off anything. So I'll be praying for that as well! So keep that in your prayers for me as well! Anything will be better than nothing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-3329851567499948351?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/3329851567499948351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/3329851567499948351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/gods-always-working.html' title='God&apos;s Always Working'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-7915700707812026705</id><published>2008-07-28T00:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:55:24.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Femoroacetabular Impingement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labral tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Hardly Noticed.</title><content type='html'>I was looking over some of my old posts, and I read my MRI one. I was looking at the silly pictures and looked at my wrist band. It's been more than a year since my diagnosis. It's kinda hard to comprehend. My memories are still so vivid. Still like they were yesterday, which is probably why I didn't really notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my doctor's appointment, when he first found my FAI. I remember scheduling my MRI. I remember going, and being stuck in the freaking bone with a 6 inch (no lie) needle. UGH! I remember him telling me that he didn't see any labral tears on the MRI, just fraying (which turned out to be more). And that I could do the surgery whenever I wanted. I wish I would have scheduled it then. Before I started school and realized how bad it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course though, I remember my surgery the most. It's still the freshest in my mind. And I am reminded everytime I see the tiny pink scars on my thigh, still bumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all learn. I am so greatful though for the experience. God has really shown me how to trust Him even more. Honestly, you think you have it down after a while. And then He comes and shows you that, no, there is even more to trust Him in. He has brought me through my first surgery, and He will bring me through my second one. He has placed people in my life to help me get through this and I cannot thank Him, or them, enough. I stand in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 25:1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;To you, O LORD, I lift up my soul;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; in you I trust, O my God.&lt;br /&gt;Do not let me be put to shame,&lt;br /&gt;nor let my enemies triumph over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; No one whose hope is in you&lt;br /&gt;will ever be put to shame,&lt;br /&gt;but they will be put to shame&lt;br /&gt;who are treacherous without excuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-7915700707812026705?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7915700707812026705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7915700707812026705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/hardly-noticed.html' title='Hardly Noticed.'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-6063159458881347808</id><published>2008-07-25T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T20:42:00.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dark Knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweetie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PFC Pavon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestie'/><title type='text'>She Works Hard for Her Money!</title><content type='html'>Ugh. That I do! This week has definitely been interesting! The first couple of days were nicer. By Wednesday I was ready for a break! I didn't notice it when I woke up and went around the house getting ready, but when I walked out the door it hit me! My good bad hip (right) was hurting when I walked; obviously not as bad as it had been but it was still sore. AND I think my bad good hip (left) had definitely HAD IT with all this extra stress. It was popping out of socket, or so it felt, when I walked. Something was popping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was relively easy. Doc was working in the other office half of the day, so I didn't have to do much. Which was also kinda bad. I still get a little uncomfortable when I sit for long periods of time. But I have to admit, it was nice being in the office when no other doctors at all were in! The phones were quieter and not as many people were showing up. Just the occasional, oops my appointment was in the other office?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday afternoon was another story. Doc was back in the office and I doubled as a front office person AND his medical assistant. That was interesting. We had a good amount of patient that afternoon and I was STILL hurting. But we got through it. I was really over it by the time work had finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Thursday off was a blessing! I dunno if I could have done it! I read most of the day. I've been reading the &lt;a href="http://www.thetwilightsaga.com/"&gt;Twilight saga&lt;/a&gt;. Wifey got me into them and I cannot put them down! I started reading the first one Sunday night and have progessed to the third one tonight. So I read most of &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt; yesterday. Then I went with Bestie and PFC Pavon to lunch...a late lunch...thanks to the book! After that, my &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/megsgrad.jpg"&gt;Sweetie&lt;/a&gt; and I saw &lt;em&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/em&gt;. It was pretty much amazing. That's all I can say, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, work wasn't too bad. I did front office the first half of the day, and back office the second half. We had an over abundance of physicals today! FOUR this afternoon alone! Which is really a lot! You can definitely tell when school is starting, everyone needs physicals like yesterday! School out here for two of the cities starts Monday. Sucks for those kids! All in all today went pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have the weekend to recover, I'm praying that next week will go smoother! We sit down and talk with Doc, the Office Manager, and Director about the hours that will be split between me and the other MA for Doc...I'll need all the prayer I can get for that one...It makes me nervous just thinking about it! I know though, all things considered, that God will take care of  me in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-6063159458881347808?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/6063159458881347808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/6063159458881347808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/she-works-hard-for-her-money.html' title='She Works Hard for Her Money!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-3739679663642034096</id><published>2008-07-22T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:11:15.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc'/><title type='text'>Not So Bad.</title><content type='html'>I left on time Monday. I prayed in the car on my way to work, as I usually do. It relaxes me before the day begins. Usually, before, I would pray for others more than myself. But, I have to admit, Monday I was a little more selfish. I didn't know what to expect. That morning I took some ibuprofen so that my hip would hopefully not bother me as much. But I still didn't know what to expect at all! They just told me to be there at 8:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I don't live too far from the office. It's just a street over from where my old office was. However, I forgot that you can't enter the parkinglot from the street I normally take. And you really aren't supposed to make a U-turn at the light after. So I turned up another street to hit one of the main roads. I was a little on auto-pilot. I wasn't concentrating on my driving and I turned down the wrong street. It will take me the way I didn't want to go. So, I made the illegal U-turn at the light so I wouldn't be horribly late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc heard my voice and came rushing down the hall to greet me. I have to admit, it was nice. There were five girls in the office that morning, not including myself, plus Doc and the OB that works there. There was the front desk lady, an intern, the Family Practice MA, the on-call MA, the OB MA, and the office manager. This was really something I will have to get used to. But they were all welcoming and very helpful. Then, after lunch, ANOTHER front office girl arrived! I don't think there is another man other than Doc and the FP doctor who works there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day wasn't too hard. We had FOUR no-shows! The OB had a couple no-shows too! The FP doctor was on vacation. It was actually kinda nice to settle on a quiet day. And the best thing was that my all-time favorite family was coming in later that day!! I was pretty stoked about that. The day was pretty normal. I gave my first set of shots that day in 12 weeks. I was a little shakey in putting on the bandages, I'll admit. Otherwise it was a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their computer system is totally different though. It will definitately take some getting used to! It's more thorough than the old one. So they began traning me on that. Other than that it was pretty uneventful. Today was about the same. Liz came in today, and we had to get our pictures taken for our ID badges. At the new Antioch office, we won't be able to open doors without them. We trained more on the computers today, which I will also be doing tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my week thus far has been exhausting, but I haven't hurt too much. My bad good hip has been bugging me a little bit more lately. I think it's finally starting to get annoyed at all the extra stress I've put on it the past 12 weeks. My walking has improved greatly. My hip hardly hurts with extension. I keep saying that I'm going to get up early and exercise it some, but yeah, like that's gonna happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-3739679663642034096?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/3739679663642034096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/3739679663642034096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-so-bad.html' title='Not So Bad.'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-1041478740441284643</id><published>2008-07-15T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:54:25.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc'/><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>I start back to work on Monday, the 21st. I have to admit, I'm a little excited, and pretty nervous! Since merging with Sutter earlier this month, things will be a LOT different! All things considered, I think for all parties invovled, it was for the better. However, it's still a little scary going through something new! Lets go over why I'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;New place.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It's a completely new office. And it's not going to just be me, Doc, another MA and someone at the front desk. It's going to be a few people at the front desk, at least two more doctors, both of whom I see, and more MAs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hours.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; While I'm getting more of an hourly wage than I expected (thank you, God), I don't know exactly HOW many hours I'll be getting. The other MA and I will be basically fighting for them. I believe, and Doc agrees, that I deserve the extra hours as she wouldn't even have a job if I hadn't gone back to school and gotten cut open in the first place. He said he will back me up, so we'll see how that goes. I know that God will take care of me all in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Corporation.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; We're not just a "mom and pop" stand anymore. We are under a pretty big corporation as far as Northern California is concerned. I won't be able to text (EEK!) while I'm on the job, and the rules will be more rigid all around. This should be fun. I knew it wouldn't last forever, but I was hoping it would last a little longer! I'll take this as preparing me for other jobs to come. I'm sure they'll be even more strict than here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hip.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yes, I'm kinda concerned about the whole hip thing. I know my bad good hip will be fine. It's been fine through this whole thing for the most part and will get its chance to be operated on soon. It's my good bad hip, the one I just got operated on. It's still a little tender here and there. I've been trying to stretch and work it as I can, but it's still nagging me. For now, all I can do is continue to heal and take care of myself. It's still normal. And that's what I have to keep telling myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but certainly not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm not the Queen Anymore.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; This, I must admit, is going to take some getting used to. The office was my baby. I made it out of nothing. I nurtured it and kept it going. I made sure we were compliant in all things such as HIPAA and OSHA. I ran the schedule and whatever I said pretty much went. I knew that this would also end. I enjoyed pretty much being my own boss. And I think that this experience will make me strive to obtain a position (after much more schooling) so that I do make the rules again. Because, honestly, who doesn't like that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all these things, I know that God will take care of me. He has put me in this place to learn and to grow and that's what I want and expect to do! Everyone has been most encouraging and Doc says he misses me. There comes a point when you work with someone that you know what they are thinking. Doc and I got to that point, he would start to ask for something and I would hand it to him. Or he would ask if something had been done and it had been done 5 minutes ago. I must admit, that while it's been wonderful being at home, it is nice to feel needed elsewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-1041478740441284643?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/1041478740441284643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/1041478740441284643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-4447258468637927126</id><published>2008-07-13T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:51:22.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><title type='text'>Evening Swimming!</title><content type='html'>Finally over 11 weeks post op! One more week and he says I'm mostly healed, over the bulk of healing anyway. He says that it's actually 6-8 months for fully heal, so I have to wait that long about to have my next surgery. I'm just so happy to be as far as I am right now. I occaisionally hurt when I have a few days of too much walking, but it's not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the pool tonight, it was still 83 degrees. Lately, I've been doing my pt exercises in the pool. And let me just tell you it feels SO GOOD to swim some laps! I need to get some of my muscle tone back...only to lose it again...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I haven't done too much. I start work within the next couple of weeks. It should be interesting. New place and some new tasks. So this should be interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-4447258468637927126?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/4447258468637927126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/4447258468637927126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/evening-swimming.html' title='Evening Swimming!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-109186036273494884</id><published>2008-07-10T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:50:31.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mapquest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacaville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pathology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doc'/><title type='text'>Lets get Physical, Physical!</title><content type='html'>So today I had to drive to Vacaville to get a stupid physical for work. I woke up in enough time and got ready in enough time. I left a tad later than I hoped, but all was well. Except Mapquest told me to go a funky way. I should have had them switch it around, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My appointment was at 10:45 and I left at 9:45 which I thought would be more than enough time especially since the directions told me 48 minutes or something like that. So I figured I had a few minutes to get lost, since I ALWAYS get lost without fail in a new place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went well until I got behind a slow truck and couldn't get around him. THEN I got stuck in 20, yes, TWENTY minutes of construction traffic. And of course I turned the wrong way down a street so I had to flip a U-Turn and go back. I FINALLY got there at 11:20. So I run up there and NO ONE is at the desk. They finally walk up 5ish minutes later. I had a TON of paperwork to fill out. So I did that and had to wait to be called back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called me back finally around noon. I did my drug screen and then she did a TB test that I have to get &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/graduationcopy.jpg"&gt;Doc&lt;/a&gt; to read it this Saturday, otherwise they were going to make me come back to get it AND back again to have someone read it! NO thank you! Then the doctor came in and he made me do all this balance stuff and it was funny. He made me balance for like 2 seconds and was like, you have wonderful balance.... DO YOU KNOW ME!? I have AWFUL balance since my surgery! lol So I got a kick out of that. Then I had to see the vampires at the lab so they could check my Hep B titers. My lab guy was nice and he did a REALLY good job! I barely felt a thing, but I think he pulled it out a little soon. He was like, "I dunno why it stopped, but since it's just one test it should be enough." WELL IT BETTER! I don't have a big problem with doing lab work, but it's still not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my whole physical experience was over, I went to the mall and picked up a few things. I watched a movie with a friend and then met another friend after that. I was pretty busy this evening! And BOY can I feel it! My hips HURT tonight! I'm so over it! Only one more surgery to go and hopefully I won't have torn the labrum in my left hip like I did my right! It would be less recovery time and hurting. He won't start doing pathology until a few more months...So that was my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-109186036273494884?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/109186036273494884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/109186036273494884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-get-physical-physical.html' title='Lets get Physical, Physical!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-5142303726970864266</id><published>2008-07-09T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:49:24.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Physical Therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bestie'/><title type='text'>Bills, Bills, Bills!</title><content type='html'>I love getting medical bills. Honestly. It's quite comical to see how much they want to squeeze out of you for doing almost nothing. If I didn't have insurance, I don't know how I could afford all this. Especially the physical therapy! &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; do most of the work there! Each physical therapy session is approximately 200ish dollars. The insurance pays approximately 70, and I pay approximately 30. Then they have to write off the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insurance companies really bug me. I mean REALLY! They're such a pain to get authorizations out of for work, to get paid, and to even TALK to a service rep sometimes! For as much as some people have to pay for premiums and copays (me) you would think they would pay more! BUT NO! They're raking in the billions of dollars every year on the backs of people like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets step off the soap box there for a bit. Other than receiving the ever so loved medical bills, I haven't done much. &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/white.jpg"&gt;Bestie&lt;/a&gt; is in freaking Ohio visiting family and &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/disney.jpg"&gt;Wifey&lt;/a&gt; is not so close either. Monday I did have lunch with &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/iceskating.jpg"&gt;Panda&lt;/a&gt;, whom I don't see nearly as often as I'd like to. Tomorrow should be interesting. I get to have a physical for the new job I'm starting. I find it funny that I didn't need a physical to have major surgery, but I need one to work. Funny how things work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-5142303726970864266?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/5142303726970864266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/5142303726970864266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/bills-bills-bills_09.html' title='Bills, Bills, Bills!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-7470560607773685960</id><published>2008-07-07T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:47:29.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quilt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex and the City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Physical Therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crutches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland'/><title type='text'>What?? Ten and a Half Weeks Post Op!?</title><content type='html'>Time flies when you're healing I suppose? Where oh where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So I confronted my perfectionist surgeon about my squiggle suture. He admitted that I caught him. His assistant did it. UGH! But, he patted himself about on the back about what a great job he did. I wouldn't have it any other way though. A surgeon needs to be confident and full of himself in my opinion. I don't want a surgeon who is nervous. He needs to know that he can do the job right. Because honestly, I'd rather not go through this more than once per hip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he told me crutching for a total of 4 weeks and then walking with crutches for 2 more weeks. So that would mean 4 more weeks of crutches...But of course much to the dismay of the parents and close friends, I didn't use my crutches the last two weeks. Mostly just when I went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him again at 6 weeks post op. He showed me my operative pics, which didn't print well, but they got the idea across. I'm still lazy and haven't scanned them in. I will eventually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the following week I went to my favorite place in the world... DISNEYLAND! I won a sneak preview for the new Toy Story ride. And of course, "wifey" accompanied me. Who else would I go with!? We had a blast...for the most part! The scooters we rented of course were a blast! I need to budget that into every trip. There were a couple slip ups here and there, but all in all it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got back...I started physical therapy... The first two sessions were actually pretty good. The next couple were NOT! Those people are slave drivers!! But I have to admit, it helped. So I'm glad I did it. Last week I went in because I was still having pain and I wasn't sure if that was normal and such. So he examined me, twisted my leg around almost making me cry, and told me it was normal. So that was nice to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have a couple more weeks of being off of work left... Back to work on the 28th so far. So for now I will soak up the sun, (even if it is clouded by the gross smoke) watch Sex and the City, and finish the quilt I'm working on and start a new one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-7470560607773685960?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7470560607773685960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7470560607773685960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-ten-and-half-weeks-post-op.html' title='What?? Ten and a Half Weeks Post Op!?'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-2248883476734824153</id><published>2008-05-03T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:45:38.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dermatitis'/><title type='text'>8 Days Post-Op!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;So I'm doing great! I barely have ANY pain! I took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Percocet&lt;/span&gt; they gave me for the first day and a half...and then I started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vomiting&lt;/span&gt; and could not keep anything down!! So that morning instead of taking hard stuff, I decided on nice my nice friend ibuprofen. Which has worked out just fine since then!! I cannot believe how little pain I am in! It really makes it hard because I feel like I am able to do what I want...even though I really can't!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Wednesday is my post op appointment with Lazzarini. So I get to ask him about the permanent device in my hip and also why one of the sutures sucked. It was ugly. They sutured too tightly. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;And tonight, I was cleaning my incisions and there was this clear, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; stringy thing in one of them. It didn't come out when I pulled on it. So I think it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dissolvable&lt;/span&gt; suture. We'll see. I'm not too concerned about it at the moment. I'll bring it up at my appointment Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So my biggest annoyances are that I can hardly do anything for myself, and that bandage adhesive is giving me some serious contact dermatitis! I have to switch off using a huge gauze and tape with regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;band aids&lt;/span&gt;. It SUCKS!! My incisions already itch enough as it is! I don't need the surrounding areas to itch as well!! UGH!! Oh well. I'll put up a ton of pics after my appointment Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;when I get all the pictures at my post op!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-2248883476734824153?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/2248883476734824153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/2248883476734824153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/05/8-days-post-op.html' title='8 Days Post-Op!!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-5428164979842980125</id><published>2008-04-28T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:48:26.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-nausea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crutches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland'/><title type='text'>The Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So we arrived at the hospital right on time at 9 am. It was a breeze because I had already filled out the paperwork earlier. So we went up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Op and I got in my hot hospital gown and the nurse came over to start my IV. She was a student nurse and I wanted her to put it in my hand, but I don't think she had ever done a hand IV before!? They had to work really hard to put it in, but it was a good learning experience for her and she obviously needed someone nice to work on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Then they scrubbed down my entire leg for TEN minutes with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;betadine&lt;/span&gt;. It was so yucky!! I was fine and joking with the nurses until they wheeled me away. Wifey jinxed me. She told me how she gets emotional when they start to put her out and what did I do?! Get emotional when they started to put me out. They pushed some drugs into my IV and it burned and then they wheeled me away from my mom and I started to cry. Then we talked about Disneyland. The last thing I remember was telling them that I had an annual pass and my anesthesiologist asked if it were the one with blackout dates or not and I said, "No, I have premium. That's the only way to roll." and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt; I was OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So they woke me up in recovery, and asked how my pain was. I told them it was about a 2, just mild discomfort. They were all amazed. I could not open my eyes for like five minutes! I could talk and move my arms and legs, just not open my eyes!! When I finally did, I couldn't focus on ANYTHING. I had such bad double vision!! They finally let my mom come into the room and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; was pretty low. I am usually low to begin with, but it was way low. Around 85/57 I think was the lowest it got. Then I started to feel sick. But they gave me anti-nausea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and those are seriously wonderful!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Lazzarini told me that my surgery went flawlessly. Only an hour and thirty-seven minutes. He said he wished all his patients were as easy as me. So here I go, 4 weeks on crutches. I'm seriously counting down the days. I think we're at 25 days? I'm already resenting people who can walk normally! I hate being so slow!! I'll put up pictures later :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-5428164979842980125?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/5428164979842980125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/5428164979842980125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/04/surgery.html' title='The Surgery'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-8137373507077695781</id><published>2008-04-21T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:42:35.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><title type='text'>Cut. Me. Open.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am so ready for this surgery. It would be a lot easier if they had a pain killer on my list that I could actually take. Unfortunately they want me to suffer. :( I'm so over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Three and a half days more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-8137373507077695781?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/8137373507077695781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/8137373507077695781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/04/cut-me-open.html' title='Cut. Me. Open.'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-9159478781582701415</id><published>2008-04-16T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:42:10.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appointment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><title type='text'>Imma Cut Chyoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So I had all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-op appointments yesterday. That was interesting. Besides being late, and waiting for an HOUR, it was pretty good. We had a few laughs and got my questions answered. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my first appointment was with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lazzarini&lt;/span&gt;, my surgeon. I was about 15 min late. Their office was SO busy! You had to take a number and they would call you up to register you! They had 4 girls at the front, and one off to the side to make appointments. I don't think I've ever been in an office so busy! And needless to say, it's nothing like my office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they took me back I sat in the room for a bit and saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lazzarini&lt;/span&gt; walk by a couple times. Then he stole one of the pillows off the exam table in my room. He told me I could have one but not both! It was actually pretty funny...waited a little bit longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he came in and we talked a little bit. Told me about my scripts he was giving me, and how I should probably stop taking my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aleve&lt;/span&gt; now, and Friday at the latest. Went over other basic things. Then he was like, "So basically I'm going to get you where ever and however I see fit. Usually a woman your size will take 3-5 tiny incisions." ....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; well that cleared that up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; Just the way he said it was funny. He said I would leak pink fluid from my wounds for about 12 hrs and not to wear my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; stuff etc. because it would be ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went home and had to go back out to Walnut Creek for another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-op appointment at the hospital. Which apparently I didn't need to go to? She checked me in, and that office was MUCH quieter than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ortho&lt;/span&gt; office. More like mine. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; So she goes over the basic stuff, but she didn't have my paperwork from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lazzarini&lt;/span&gt;?! So that was one reason, and I wasn't staying over night. So she was a little perplexed as to why I had come in there, but we had some laughs and I went over to sign all the paperwork about how I would pay etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm good to be cut! Part of me wishes it were sooner, while the other doesn't! So as usual, I'll take it one day at a time...which is all anyone can handle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-9159478781582701415?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/9159478781582701415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/9159478781582701415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/04/imma-cut-chyoo.html' title='Imma Cut Chyoo!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-7004725496814317677</id><published>2008-04-14T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:39:57.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='x-ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Shield'/><title type='text'>Insurance companies...SUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So we've been dealing a lot with the insurance companies. Since I'm not a full time student anymore, I don't get to be on my parents' insurance...dang it! So I had to start buying COBRA. So we got all the paperwork and filed it etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And we were supposed to be getting a packet but we never got it...and we're closing in on my surgery date, and my surgery scheduler is flipping out. They didn't want to see me for my pre-op if I wasn't covered eventhough it would be retroactive! UGH! So of course all of her flipping out on me, makes me flip out to mom...not directed at her, but sharing my frustration with her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So Mom called our insurance lady who emailed her the paperwork and we faxed it in. But my surgery scheduler is STILL flipping out. So I continue to be all stressed out with Mom about it. So she takes action, this is why I love my mom...lol She calls up Blue Shield, pretending to be me (which I have given her permission to NUMEROUS times re ins companies) and talks to some chick and tells her what's going on and she told Mom to send a letter saying why it needs to be expedited etc. Of course this is perfect for Mom in all her letter writing awesomeness...so she did, and faxed it over. This was Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today, Mom got a call saying they had my subscriber number! YAY! SO I called up my surgery scheduler and was like what now!? hahaha So everything is still on &lt;strong&gt;THANK GOD! &lt;/strong&gt;I knew that one way or another God would take care of me. I was just glad that His perfect timing matched mine...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So tomorrow I get to be x-rayed some more, go over the labs that I got done Friday and talk about what exactly is going to be done, recovery time, drugs (hopefully good ones lol), and yeah. I'm pretty excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-7004725496814317677?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7004725496814317677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7004725496814317677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/04/insurance-companiessuck.html' title='Insurance companies...SUCK'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-1284446655234804391</id><published>2008-04-03T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:38:38.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Femoroacetabular Impingement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anesthisologist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scope'/><title type='text'>Scope Confirmed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So it's confirmed. I'm going in on the 25th of this month for my surgery. I have my pre-op on the 15th, so I'll know more about what exactly he's going to do. He said that he needs to do a couple more x-rays to be sure that I don't have the other type of impingement as well. That would suck if I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So that means only a couple more weeks of freedom for me! I have all of my appointments ready to go as far as pre-op and post-op goes. My surgery scheduler said she'd get the authorization so I'll check back on that to see if she got it or not. Because quite honestly I don't trust doctor's offices. I work at one and things slip through the cracks on accident all the time! AND I have to deal with the anesthisiologist not being covered, so this will be fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-1284446655234804391?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/1284446655234804391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/1284446655234804391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/04/scope-confirmed.html' title='Scope Confirmed!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-8502619444880102488</id><published>2008-04-01T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:37:41.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><title type='text'>Talk About a Good Birthday Gift...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My surgery scheduler called me back today, FINALLY! I was going to call her tomorrow if she hadn't called me today, but she did :) . She told me the soonest date was April 25th. I was a little bummed I must say. That's my dad's birthday! Oops, sorry Dad...HAPPY BIRTHDAY! She's supposed to call me tomorrow morning to confirm the date and time and schedule pre/post op appointments...So here we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-8502619444880102488?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/8502619444880102488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/8502619444880102488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/04/talk-about-good-birthday-gift.html' title='Talk About a Good Birthday Gift...'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-3707788174441729923</id><published>2008-03-31T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:37:15.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days of Our Lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robertson Boulevard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jay Leno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Splash Mountain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Bayou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob and Big'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disneyland'/><title type='text'>8 hours in the car...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;So yeah. 7 hours pretty much non-stop and then another hour after that is no fun :( But my vacation, which was much needed was very fun! The 6ish hours on the way down to So Cal wasn't too bad, surprisingly enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Wifey and I were crazy (or stupid pick your own adjective) to leave at about 2 am. Which wasn't too bad. We stopped off at Starbucks and listened to music and talked. Once we got into Beverly Hills, we found a nearby Target to grab some stuff that we needed. We cruised the streets a little bit since we got in at around 7 am, which was far too early to check into our hotel. We scouted out where we wanted to shop and stuff. And we just kinda cruised the hills and we went to Rob and Big's house.... YEAH. THAT Rob and Big...hahahaha! That was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;We headed to the NBC studios after that so that we could see what we needed to do to check into our Jay Leno tickets. We were on"the list" which I must say pretty much ROCKED. We opted to take the studio tour which was pretty fun. We saw where they filmed Days of Our Lives and Jay Leno and stuff. Learned some of the history. But April and I saw Phillip on Day's and stopped paying attention...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;After that we totally slept in the car for an hour...we were SO tired! Then we freshened up and headed on over to the show. We were amazed at how many people showed up and seemed to be on the list! However, we had this tiny yellow slip that pretty much rocked because it put us on the floor to shake Leno's hand. He actually shook mine...and passed over Ape....awww.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;After the show we finally headed into our hotel and had dinner reservations made by our concierge and honestly. It was some of THE BEST food I've ever eaten...and we made fun of the trophy wives at the next table over who were pretty sloshed. After that we headed back to the hotel and I passed OUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;We awoke the next day to bagels and cream cheese and pretty much took our time getting ready and everything. We didn't have really anything to do. We just went shopping down Robertson Blvd in Kitson etc. and then went over to the mall and walked around. I have to admit by this point, I was hurting pretty badly, but I hate admitting it all the time. I feel like a whiney baby. We ate lunch then headed for one more looksy at Rob and Big's house and headed off to Disneyland!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Disney was fun as always! We didn't ride much. Pirates a couple times and Splash Mtn once. We watched the fireworks of course, which was good because the next night it was cancelled! We did the Walk in Walt's Footsteps tour and that was fun! Saw most of the electric parade. And just walked around and shopped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;After lunch with the hot bread boy at the Blue Bayou and watching if we could see the riders being evacuated off of Pirate's we sadly headed home...To a bunch of traffic! But what's So Cal without traffic, right?! Except for the fact that sitting in cars makes me hurt :( But my surgery scheduler called me today and I told her ASAP! So she's supposed to get back to me pretty soon... Very soon! But for now, just one step...or limp as the case may be lol...at a time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-3707788174441729923?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/3707788174441729923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/3707788174441729923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/03/8-hours-in-car.html' title='8 hours in the car...'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-7148531315103426166</id><published>2008-03-24T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:35:00.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Muir Medical Center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sutter'/><title type='text'>Factors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SO. I called Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lazzarini's&lt;/span&gt; office to see what the heck was taking so long for the surgery scheduler to call! The office gave me the lady's number and transferred me to her voice mail. So I left my little polite message telling her who I was and asking her to give me a call back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To my surprise, she actually did so fairly quickly. I wasn't sure if she would be in or not. A lot of times medical offices take ANY holiday as an excuse to not show up for work! She explained that they were looking for a place to actually do the procedure. I'm thinking...What?! How hard is it to find a place to do it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Apparently they don't do them at the surgical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pavilion&lt;/span&gt; anymore? Not sure why, she didn't say. But then I'm like, well there's only a couple of hospitals to choose from. John Muir Walnut Creek, John Muir Concord, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sutter&lt;/span&gt; Delta. And last time I checked, he didn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privileges&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sutter&lt;/span&gt;! So is it really THAT hard to find a place to do it?! In my opinion: NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So, we'll give them a couple more days. I'm HOPING that this pushes them to finally pick somewhere. I mean seriously. You have patients, in pain, who want to be operated on...JUST DO IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-7148531315103426166?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7148531315103426166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7148531315103426166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/03/factors.html' title='Factors!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-7654581048525401811</id><published>2008-03-16T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:34:09.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><title type='text'>When I get bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So when I get bored...it's always interesting. So this is what I did today...You can count on one thing...SELF PORTRAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bummed2a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/bummed2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my bored face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I woke up this morning, around 9 am (yes, I was lazy and I'm a heathen today...no church)...and I decided that today I was going to count how many times my hips popped. I knew I didn't have much else to do... So I got out of bed...that was an easy two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went about my daily business making a mental note of each time they popped. 9/10 times it's on their own, there are a few times when I get up like off the couch that they &lt;em&gt;feel &lt;/em&gt;they need to pop, so I stretch a little extra and POP. I noticed they mainly pop if I have to get up out of a chair or off the couch...Usually if I'm laying down they don't pop. Which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...the grand total is as of 8:15 pm .......... 63 times today. Give or take a few. Still waiting on the surgery scheduler. They should call sometime early this week. I'm excited and nervous all at the same time. But I just remember to take it...one day at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-7654581048525401811?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7654581048525401811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7654581048525401811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-get-bored.html' title='When I get bored...'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-5984624622389004431</id><published>2008-03-13T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:33:02.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue shorts'/><title type='text'>Couldn't Have Said it Better Myself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've found, it always helps to write things down so you don't forget them. Such as appointment times. So, that's why a couple years ago I got a Palm Pilot, and it helps A LOT! ...When I use it... I thought my appointment was at 9:00 and they wanted me there about 20 minutes early...WRONG! For some nagging reason, my head kept telling me to call my doctor's office to see what time my appointment was. So I did. Yeah, not 9:00 am....9:45 am. UGH. So Julie and I drove home and she did a little bit of school work and we made our way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through registraion...again...I sat and waited anxiously for the MA to call me back. She finally did and pulled out some sexy blue shorts for me to wear incase he wanted to examine my hips again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Who's excited to wear the blue shorts again?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=excitedshorts.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/excitedshorts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of the shorts...tell me these aren't sexy!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=shorts.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/shorts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we (Julia and I) waited for Dr. Lazzarini...and waited a little more. So he walked in and looked puzzled at Julia. And I said, "This is my sister, Julia." He lightly chuckled and said, "Ok, I thought you were a little young to have a daughter so old!" So he sat down and said, "You wanna do the scope?" and I said yes. He told me to point to where it hurts blah blah blah. And we talked a little bit about the pain and I told him that it really gets to me when I'm sitting for long periods of time, like after a 2 hour car ride and then a few 2 hour classes. And it just...and he interrupts "And it hurts like hell!" ....Couldn't have said it better myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his surgery scheduler is supposed to call me about dates, but he made it seem like it was going to happen soon, which is good! So until then, I'll just take it one day at a time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-5984624622389004431?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/5984624622389004431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/5984624622389004431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/03/couldnt-have-said-it-better-myself.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Have Said it Better Myself!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-8984561714709568851</id><published>2008-03-12T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:31:42.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazzarini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socks'/><title type='text'>Socks?!</title><content type='html'>UGH! So, I was putting on my socks this moring, and I am &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a morning person by any means so I'm not really paying attention when I do things in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was standing up putting on my socks and I don't remember &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; I moved my leg, but I moved it funny and when I put it down, another stabbing pain in my hip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY!? What's up with that!? Oh well. I see Dr. Lazzarini tomorrow to figure out about surgery and all that fun stuff. I'm ready for it too! I've got a list of questions and hopefully he has the answers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-8984561714709568851?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/8984561714709568851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/8984561714709568851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/03/socks.html' title='Socks?!'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-7228046442144623708</id><published>2008-03-08T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:30:33.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MRI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surgery'/><title type='text'>MRI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So my MRI was an adventure all in itself... My appointment was at 12:30PM, so I worked in the morning for a couple hours before hand. Then it was off to the surgical center!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MRI5a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MRI5a-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/MRI5a-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I went in and got this snazzy bracelet. But I first had to sign away my life pretty much. No suing, and I might get an infection and DIE. And I had to sign that I would pay a stupidly ridiculous amount of money to get it done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mri1a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/mri1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mri1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Who's excited to get their vitals taken!? Ok, I wasn't really excited. But they took my blood pressure, which was about 15 points higher than it normally is...nervous much!? hahaha So then I got into my hospital gown and waited for the nurse to come back in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MRI3-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MRI3a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/MRI3a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Then they marked me to make sure they got the correct hip. At least it wasn't like an amputation where it would have been devastating if they got the wrong leg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MRI2a-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/MRI2a-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;OK. THIS is where it gets "exciting". So they wheeled me into a sterile room with a large, cold table. I got up and layed down and they started to get me set up. They exposed my hip and cleaned it off with some iodine. They chatted me up to make sure I wasn't too nervous...but I knew the drill. Then he marks me and kinda numbs up the skin a bit. That was nice, because then he pulled out a freakin SIX INCH needle. Yeah. So he stabs me with it and is trying to find the right place to inject the dye which isn't TOO bad...until he JABS me in the bone! Honestly, I jumped an inch or so off the table. It hurt so bad! I was tense the rest of the time. He kept remarking on how my hips looked normal to him...I'm like "great!" So he finally injects the contrast dye into my joint so the MRI will pick it and pulls the needle out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Then they wheel me down to the MRI. And I saw my old neighbors there! I was like great...I looked like CRAP but it was nice to see them! :) So when I get there, he hands me a list of music and I looked at it and decided on Maroon 5. They didn't have much of a selection, so I decided that I would pick some music I could rock out to a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;They load me up on the MRI and strap me in. I wasn't too nervous about being in there. Thankfully it was only my hip so I didn't have to go all the way inside the machine. So they put on the headphones and he laughs and tells me not to dance and I laugh and say that I won't. He tells me that I should still hear the machine spinning and clanking even with the music on, and that if he asks me a question while in there, that they have a mic and not to yell..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So in I go and he puts on the music and it's getting into the first song. Yeah. Anyone out there have the "Songs About Jane" album by Maroon 5?! Well, in case you don't, the VERY FIRST SONG has a lyric that goes, "is there anyone out there 'cause it's gettin' harder and harder to breathe." Um, that seriously made me have breathing issues! I had to tune out the lyrics and just focus on my breathing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So I'm just waiting for it to be over with and every once in a while they stop and move the table and start it back up again. This went on for 7.5 songs. Yeah, I began counting the songs instead of listening to the words. I get nervous just thinking about it...haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MRI4-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MRI4a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/MRI4a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Oh gosh I was so happy for it to be over! They wheeled me into the dressing room where I could put back on real clothes, but thought I would take a pic in my hot hospital gown first...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-FAMILY: georgia" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MRI6a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MRI6a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v234/prettyprincess013/MRI6a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;There was the finished product. I had to wait almost two weeks to find out the results! Even then my doctor disagreed with what the radiologist said! Big surprise. The radiologist said there was no abnormalities while my orthopaedic surgeon said there was some tiny fraying in the lining of my hip socket. He then told me that since there are no significant tears at this time, surgery is at my discretion and that I shouldn't wait long to get it done for the risk of osteoarthritis. He told me that if it becomes too painful to sit through, say, a movie that would be a good indication that I should have the surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So...that point has come. I can't concentrate in class and my grades are suffering :( ... I go in this upcoming week to talk to him about scheduling the surgery...so this should be fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-7228046442144623708?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7228046442144623708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/7228046442144623708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/03/mri.html' title='MRI'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1049430747476379606.post-9008726626927634653</id><published>2008-03-08T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:33:31.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Femoroacetabular Impingement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pincer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labral tear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue shorts'/><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ok. So. Before my hip journey goes any further, I suppose I should go back to how it alllll started....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So, when I was around 15, I jumped off the horse I was riding because I'd rather not have been decapitated by a barn, and landed funny in the yucky, manure, clay mud. I had a sharp pain radiate from my hips out. I didn't think much of it. I have a pretty high tolerance for pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;From time to time I would have pain in my hips but I wouldn't think much of it. That is, until it got really bad in the late spring of 2007. I FINALLY decided to go see a doctor about it. Every one told me to go, and when asked why I haven't gone yet I'd simply reply, "I work at a doctor's office. I KNOW what they DO to people!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My first visit was quite fun...I got to wear these hot (ok not really) blue shorts and have my picture taken! (ok just x-rays) So there I'm sitting in my exam room waiting for my doctor to come in and he finally does. My first thought: "Wow...he reminds me a of a stalker...and Data from Star Trek!" So he introduces himself and I get on the table, because apparently that's how he likes it...hahaha... And he examines my range of motion and asks me questions and I answer them. He's very quiet, but reassuring. He leaves to go get the x-rays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;While he's gone, I keep thinking..."This is going to be just like my shoulder when I hurt it, and nothing is going to be wrong and he's going to look at me like I'm on crack..." So he walks back in and sticks them on the little light board and is looking at them intently. Then he goes for a pen in his pocket...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Oh crap!" I'm thinking. Pens on x-rays usually are never good. He says they look pretty normal BUT...(but is never good in this sense...) He draws on the x-ray in this little figure-8 on my hips. And explains that I have femoroacetabular hip impingement of the pincer kind....say what?! Basically, my hip sockets cover too much of my femur and they scrape together some. Fun huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So he tells me that it can be fixed with surgery, and since my right hip bothers me more we'll do a contrast MRI to see if there's any labral tears...tears in the lining of my hip socket. Honestly, my heart sank. Couldn't it have been something a little more simple wrong!? I teared up when he left the room...surgery?! He was so nonchalant about it too. Typical surgeon. So I left as well and set up my MRI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1049430747476379606-9008726626927634653?l=missatiga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/9008726626927634653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1049430747476379606/posts/default/9008726626927634653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missatiga.blogspot.com/2008/03/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Missatiga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05159802068837123522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
