Replaced hip joints – Ramana's Musings

Urban Legends.

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That X-ray shows both hip joints replaced with prostheses. Both my hip joints have been replaced and having worn out, one has been revised twice and the other once. The latter is due for revision but, I am postponing as much as possible to avoid getting on to a surgical table again.

A colleague and friend who had not seen me for some time, saw me walking with a cane while I was still in my late thirties. He simply would not accept the medical reasons for my problem and thus an urban legend was born.

The story spread like wild fire among my friends and colleagues and is now the most accepted part of the legend that is me.

I was supposed to have jumped out of a second floor flat and hurt my hips. When asked why I had to do that, the answer was that the husband came.

Shackman has suggested this week’s topic. You can see what the other writers of the LBC have to say in their respective blogs. Maria, Pravin, Ashok and Shackman<

I Think My Dancing School Diploma Just Expired.

I don’t think that Lin knows enough about me as otherwise, she may not have suggested this topic for the weekly LBC post that she, Shackman write every Friday and some others occasionally do.

I was still dancing gentle two steps etc and the occasional hop or swing to celebrate something or the other till the end of the last century.

End of year 2000 and beginning of year 2001 saw both my already replaced hip joints being revised. Since then I have had to be careful with them and so all funny business has stopped and now that one of them has been re-revised that is, revised the second time, I am doubly careful.

So, yes, my dancing school diploma expired a long time ago.

Deja Vu!

To understand the title of this blog, you must first read this article in The Times Of India that was published this morning.

My sympathies are with the lady who jumped out of the fifth floor apartment. I can identify with her panic.

The deja vu is all about my own experience. There was an occasion when I too had to flee from an apartment. I made my escape via a transom over the main entrance to the place and it is a miracle that I did not break any bones when I exited and luckily landed on all fours on the landing. I was able to flee to face a different kind of music subsequently about which I have blogged elsewhere.

The second reason for the deja vu is the popular myth about my replaced hip joints. At some funny moment, when asked why I had to get them replaced, I had replied that I was involved in an accident. Probed further, I quipped that I had to jump out of a second floor balcony. When asked whether it was due to a fire, I replied no, it was because the husband came unexpectedly. This was at a party with many of my colleagues from the company where I was then working. Before I could do anything about it, the story went viral and the entire company came to know the story as being the Gospel truth. I am still to live that story down. No one, including many in my family, is willing to believe anything else.

Reverting to our original heroine, I hope that she recovers and comes out of the experience wiser and with enough sense of humour to be able to perhaps write a blog post like this when she is older and wiser.