Dealing with pain and injury

As I've said, in previous posts, I've been remiss in working out on a regular basis for a very long time. In addition to sheer laziness and loss of motivation since moving here, I struggled last year with hip/lower-back pain that nobody could figure out. I went to my GP, physio, massage, all to no avail. There was speculation that maybe I had a torn labrum for a while, nobody really knew. Paddling was a painful mess all summer. My doctor sent me to a sports medicine guy who ordered an MRI. In the meantime, I started to see the pain in my hip as just part of the joys of getting out of shape and being so much heavier. I knew I needed to train, but... We dismantled the bed and moved to the floor, which seemed to help with the pain and stiffness first thing every morning - I know, early morning aches and pains, maybe I'm just getting old!!!

Fast forward TEN MONTHS, and there I was this morning, on a stretcher in the hospital awaiting said diagnostic test. Of course, being me, I had long since forgotten about the fact that I was awaiting the test (I mean come on, 10 months?!) and of course when I remembered at 3am (with the test scheduled for 8:30 on the same day) I didn't give thought to the fun and invasive part where they injected the dye into my hip. Something tells me they'll find nothing. After all, I barely have pain anymore, although sometime in the next few weeks we'll be back on the water and then I'll know for certain. In the meantime I can only hope - finding something means we'll have something to fix rather than me still guessing.  I will not get into any kind of discussion about the state of our healthcare system and why wait times have become so absolutely ridiculous!