With 100% certainty I personally will be getting a MOM hip resurfacing from one of the top doctors on surface hippy. The only question is whether it will be Dr. de Smet or Derek McMinn. Closer to the time, knowing me, I’ll end up contacting all the top guys before finally picking one based on rapport and their answers.
But still, a resurfacing may or may not last all the way.
You see, I had always envisioned myself living to 100 in perfect health until finally dropping stone-dead on my centennial birthday with a beautiful woman under each arm, a Harley in the garage, and an empty bank account.
Now I’m facing the nightmarish prospect of old age in a wheel chair with worn out joints, a crabby attitude towards everyone around me, and no love-life other than a couple Eastern-European housekeepers from Perfect Wife Topless Maid Service.
Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration. Maybe that’s not likely since resurfacing is so awesome. But I just want to be able to run full-speed to my own funeral. I want to be back to normal for the rest of my life (or close to it as possible!)