I've been doing a bit of fantasizing lately. Not about vacations or big houses or handsome fellows. No: I've been daydreaming about hips.
Fake ones, to be precise. Nice metal ones that don't seize up or feel brittle or stiff. Hips that do exactly what I tell them without protest. Hips that can traipse, gallivant, gallop and skip.
Wishful thinking, I know. A hip replacement would be a big deal. It would necessitate a lot of time off from school or work. It would hurt. And even if my hips felt perfect, I'd still have RA, which would definitely cut down on the gallivanting - maybe even the traipsing.
Besides, my doctor's always got another trick up her sleeve, and maybe I'll never need surgery.
Nevertheless, it's nice to imagine.