Dreading my appointment with my doctor, next Thursday.
I am having X-rays done of my dodgy hip joint. Yesterday, he did an extensive physical exam and my doctor condemned me to surgery with his bare hands upon my naked body. There is little hope of recovery from an injury, now three years old.
The X-rays are a formality and a precursor to the determination of what to do after the cutting begins.
These final tests are also designed to keep my attitude leaning toward a positive tone.
Some of my research shows that about twenty percent of men, fifty six years of age, have already had some form of hip surgery. (that is an average number - the extremes are much worse)