This is what I did to myself this week.  In case you are saying "What the f... is that?"  THAT is a dislocated prosthetic hip.  I have two prosthetic (metal) hips.  And in yoga the other night while coming out of the Half-Tortoise pose (extreme hip flexion), my right hip popped out of it's socket.

I screamed.

VERY LOUDLY.

The ambulance was called.  I could not move.  I calmed myself down as much as possible so that the other 27 or so yogis could finish their class.  The paramedics came in, put in an IV, gave me some morphine and picked me up (more yelling), yoga mat and all onto the stretcher.

It was my own fault. I was feeling a little 'off' during class and I knew that I should have just gone into savasana and skipped that pose. But, no,  I had to push and well.... obviously I pushed too hard.

I was given a whole lot more morphine on the ride to the hospital and even more while they x-rayed me.  And then I was given a big dose of the procedural anaesthetic propofol (yes, the same drug that was given to MJ) and five people (three holding me down and two reefing on my leg) popped my hip back into place.  This was all reported to me by my husband who was in the room while this was done to me (it's OK-he is a physician).

I am in a full leg brace and on crutches.  I am SORE.  It feels like an elephant sat on my hip.  I am going to take it easy for the next week or two and will hopefully be back to normal sooner rather than later.  I may not be going to yoga for a bit, but I will return eventually.

And so if I am not blogging for the next little while, it is because, I need to take some time for me.  I need to try to keep the kids occupied while we are cooped up in the house (I can't drive just yet) and I need to keep my energy focused on recovery and healing.

Thanks for your understanding.

Be back soon.