My New Left Hip and My New Attitude

Today was the day! I now have two new hips with double balls. My right hip was first replaced in August 2024 and then  revised in June 2025, after three dislocations which involved three ambulance rides to three different Emergency Rooms.

I have been in almost constant pain for ninteen months, due to an arthritic right  which was replaced with a faulty prosthetic hip and an accident which jammed my left hip just three weeks before schdeuled first replacement of the right one.  Blah!

I am not a graceful person. I have spent my life focusing on the physical work I was accomplishing. I used my body like a machine, or maybe like a man does, or like  fool does? Well that habit has backfired.

This is my sixth joint surgery; one shoulder, two knee replacements, two hip replacements and one hip revision. I am only sixty-four.

I am lying in the hospital bed tonight thinking and blogging between nurse visits, because there is no point in trying to actually sleep in a hospital.

What lessons have I learned from this long, painful journey?

First, I have always tried too hard. I will NOT place blame on Daddy who wanted a son, or Mama who wanted a little lady, or even my sister who wanted a playmate sister instead of an introvert who dug in the dirt. I have continued to try too hard through adulthood. Maybe I felt I needed to prove my worth as the youngest child or earn my value as a non-boy. I am still trying to figure all that out. Do not hold your breath for the answer.

Daddy and his girls.

I have finally stopped this over-achieverness because I could not be Wonder Woman while waddling around with canes and walkers,  grimacing and crackling like an old crone.

My friends and family have warned me NOT to fall back into my go-for-broke patterns after my new left hip heals.

Next, I treat myself like somebody else now. I have tried to be kind to my body and mind after years of mis-using them like appliances that can be fixed. There will be more careful planning and pausing from now on. I will be spending funds to hire others to do things I should not have been doing at all, much less solo. I will work smarter NOT harder.

I will stop with one LAST epiphany that I noticed about my new self today.  This may also be of value to you.

“To be part of a team, you must be part of a team. “

I have tried to be the whole team, instead of team a member. I have no super powers nor am I a genius. WTF Flower?

NOW,  I will focus on doing what is essential and needed. I will ask for help when I need it. I will tell folks what I need. They are not mind-readers and neither am I. Flower will quit showing off!

I have always been determined to be independent and do things without the help of others while also insisting on helping others.  Who do I think I am? I feel compelled to improve conditions wherever I am. That is not admirable. It’s OCD! Why is this true Biddle Boo?  I have usually refused help that was gladly and lovingly offered out of stubborness and pride.

It has taken ninteen months of brokenness for me to realize that the ebbs and flows of life are natural. I can quit shoveling sand against the tide like a maniac.  I can stop trying to prove I am as tough as my Daddy,  or as smart and pretty as my Mama or as extroverted and popular as my sister.

I will be just me…no pearls, no curls,  and no merit badges, but I will wear a shirt. Ha

The ladies and me.

I plan on thinking more and hiking more.

I will be pausing to observe and enjoy.

It’s about damn time!

FLOW

Broken Open Not Broken

No worries followers. The revision surgery went great. I have a PT assessment this morning with my fun physical therapist. I will be fine.

The events in the news have cracked me open. There are people who are unable to see the world through the same lense I peer through. They know not what they do.

Getting along. Staying strong.

If I ever do get a tattoo; it will be about Melissa Hortman, her husband, Mark, and her dog, Gilbert. We need to do all we can to keep souls like hers with us in this broken world.

More hate will not help. Stand firm in your truths. Stand in front of our non-white, non-rich, non-dicotamous brothers and sisters.


Breathe in their pain and breathe out love and hope.

FLOWER

PS: Today is mine and Mr. FLOWER’S 40th anniversary. We went out last night. Under that flowery dress is a loooong line of itchy stitches.

The FLOWERS for 40!

Slapped by a Book

I knew that I would find something useful in the Brianna Wiest books. I have been backtracking decades into my past for the book that I am birthing. It has to do with men making choices for the women they love. I started out focusing on three events but it has morphed, as all writing does.

I am trying to understand my present-self based on how my former-self handled these paternalistic events. This is not as boring as it sounds.

As I am trying to find ways to get out of my own way to figure this out, I stumbled upon the title, The Mountain Is You. This caught my attention because all my journeys seem to involve climbing uphill.

The slap came last night from page 147. I usually write OUCH next to something that is painfully true. This paragraph hurt so badly that I had to reach for a highlighter.

The slap of epiphany.

The heading of this section is ‘ Letting Go Of Unrealistic Expectations.’  This was calling my name loudly. The gist of it was IF you cannot love yourself UNTIL you have risen to your idea of perfection, then you have NOT healed the wound.

There went my weight-loss, beautification, start a new, lucrative career plan for 2025. Bummer. I was looking forward to all that surface-level self-improvement torture.

Changing what’s on the outside is so much simpler than doing the work of fixing what is broken inside.

So here I am at the base of this mountain preparing to climb to a new, improved, happy self and this guru, Brianna Wiest, says I must find my happy place BEFORE I start climbing.

Well damn!  I guess I will just keep digging for gold in myself. I do find a nugget once in a while.

What a relief!

FLOW