D-Day is here!

D-Day is here!

It’s D-Day! Diagnosis day for the weird problem with my left hip! I have a doctor’s appointment over at Mount Zion this evening to get the results from my MRA last week. How exciting!

I’m no doctor, but in my mind the best case would be something simple that could be cured with a couple cortisone shots. Worst case could be a whole bunch of things that I’d rather not think about.

To pass the time, let’s have a contest to come up with funny theories about what went wrong. Could it be due to an alien implant? The result of a pilates party gone wrong? Does my hip fail to recognize my fabulousness? Post your best theory, explanation or story in the comments section below. The winner will be announced tomorrow and will be awarded with a bottle of empowermint hand soap from Philosophy.

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  1. MissScientistSF at 10:18 pm

    Blame Mom. Using high heels as a motivational reward for 6th graders is never a good idea.. Hope everything turns out okay though!

  2. mrsem Author at 10:27 pm

    Hah! That’s a good one! I can still vividly recall that pair of pale pink heels with scalloped edges.

  3. mrsem Author at 11:14 pm

    Mom emailed me to say: “Jean’s theory of the origins of your hip problem made me laugh and to be honest, it was before 6th grade that we used the pink shoes as a bribe. BUT you only wore them on Sundays.”

  4. MissScientistSF at 11:20 pm

    Haha, ya.. I had to factor in Mom’s guilt into my response. Sorry Mom! But really? Heels? Wow. 🙂 I guess you didn’t really have much of an option though.. she would have found them somewhere!

  5. Sam at 1:42 am

    It’s simply because you haven’t eaten enough of Zuni’s caramel pot de creme. A bowlful of that and all problems pale into insignificance. It’s a bit like a flu shot though – a rare cure – they don’t always have it in stock – you need to display some real good luck to pick a night when it is actually on the menu.

    My fingers are crossed for you…

  6. Sara at 7:34 am

    hmmm, I think that your hip just wanted to be as stylish as the rest of you, so when you weren’t looking it grabbed some diamond jewelry to adorn its “neck”, and that is now getting in the way of your everyday walking and poking you in an uncomfortable way.