My MRI scan on my bad hip last month was a pretty horrible experience for a claustrophobic, and one which I wouldn’t want to repeat in a hurry. But it was necessary to try and solve the mystery of why my leg has been hurting for well over a year.
Last week I went to the hospital to find out the results.
What did I want them to find? Nothing sinister of course. On top of that, I didn’t want them to find anything which would stop me running. I love running and couldn’t imagine life without it. I wanted them to find something simple, something which could be cured and would stop me waking in pain at ridiculous o’clock every morning. But, just because that’s what I wanted, it didn’t mean that’s what was going to happen.
I arrived at the hospital to a waiting room packed with frail, elderly people and school kids with broken limbs. And a sign which said the clinic was running 45 minutes late. Forty five minutes is pretty standard stuff. I feared that if they confessed to running 45 minutes late, it could easily be an hour and 15 minutes late. They often run 45 minutes late without even putting a sign up and declaring it, it’s so unremarkable. Remarkably, they actually were running precisely 45 minutes late.
I sat down while the doctor ran through the findings of the MRI. Which can be summarised in one word.
They’d found nothing. No arthritis, which is obviously a very good thing. And nothing else, apart from a bit of fluid on my hip, which is not uncommon and may not be causing the pain.
So what next?
I’d hoped the leg might improve with the new mattress we got last month – for a long time I was convinced it was the mattress that was causing the problem, as it generally only hurts first thing in the morning. But I was pacing the hall at 4.30am today, trying to ease the pain so I could get back to sleep. So it’s safe to say it’s nothing to do with the mattress.
I have a referral to the ‘pain clinic’ in March. They will, presumably, try to treat the pain. I have no idea how (I’m becoming more convinced that acupuncture could be the answer I’m looking for). Then I will go back to orthopaedics in nine months to see how it’s all going.
So the news is mixed. There is nothing bad wrong with me (hooray!). I don’t have to stop running (hooray!). But I still don’t know what’s wrong with it or how to make it better (boo!).