Not an original topic, x-rays, but one that I am far too familiar with. My daughter has had more than her share of them, starting at age 8. Everything started out innocently. She fell over a parking lot tie and had a sore leg, which we had x–rayed after a week. The story gets really long, so I’ll try to shorten it. She had a deformity (that’s got a nice ring to it, don’t you think?) in the growth plate in her hip. This led to the ball of her hip slipping off her femur. Within 15 months she endured:
Surgery 1: Insert a screw.
Surgery 2: Remove screw.
Surgery 3: Osteotomy.
Six years of pain, annual x-rays, crutches, walkers, and wheelchairs.
Then one day she fell in the rain and broke her funny bone. There we were in the emergency room when the doctor came in to tell us and all of a sudden she started laughing. After all she had been through, the irony of a broken funny bone mixed with the hassle of a cast was just, well funny.
But something else happened, her hip really started hurting again. After a few trips to her orthopedic surgeons (yes, she had more than one), and more x-rays, we were given some choices. 1. Morphine patch for the pain. 2. Fuse the hip. 3 Replace the hip. She was 14. After careful consideration, we went with option 3.
Surgery 4: total hip replacement
Surgery 5: tendon release.
She has also experienced oral surgery and broke her ankle, after she performed at Carnegie Hall. Brings a whole new level to the saying, “break a leg!”
So yea, we have way too much experience with x-rays.