And it's good!

The hip, that is. Of all the things you people could ask about, the most burning questions, the most outrageous inquiries, the most popular topic in my in-box of late has been … my hip! 

What, you expect me to complete the story arcs on this site? Really? Wow, so demanding.

As you can probably deduce from the title of this entry, the hip -- it is good. Alllll better, knock on wood.

I couldn't help being a bit paranoid. I mean, I've always figured that at some point one of my joints would have a major malfunction. After so many years of dancing and other exercise, it's kind of to be expected. I was hoping that any big ailment -- as in a requiring-invasive-surgery kind of ailment -- wouldn't crop up until I was at least into my 40's. But I also wouldn't be surprised if that were to happen, say, tomorrow.

Such an optimist, I know.

I had always thought my bunions would be the first to go. The right one's already on its way. I can't Lindy or salsa dance too many days in a row, because I end up with a constant pounding pain in the bone. Sometimes it's bad after just one night. And about two years ago, I was so convinced I was on the verge of needing surgery that I spent good money to go see a podiatrist, who in the end just said, "Yeah, I know that's painful, but it's not bad enough yet, so just take some Advil and deal."

I love doctors.

So you can see how, since most of my life I've been plagued by injuries from pretty much the ankle down, it was something of a physiological shock to have my hip go all haywire.

Luckily, a false alarm. But thanks for asking.