The Story of My Hip
The Day Of The Dead
And The Shooting
This is something I wrote and wanted to share on the 2nd November, 2025.
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Two weeks ago I had a Hip Arthroscopy Surgery on my right hip, in Lithuania. I am resting and recovering well. One more week of no weight allowed on the leg and then I can start rehab. But today I want to share with you all the story behind what brought me here today!
My Story
14 years ago today, exactly on the 2nd of November 2011, I subluxated my right hip. There was no impact, it was just me and my life experiences. The hypermobile body that I’ve been given was largely at play, and seeing as I’d already subluxated other joints, this was no surprise. However, today, I want to tell you about what else happened.
On Nov 2011, I was in relaxation at the end of a yoga class, allowing myself for the first time in years to open up my heart…. I was still feeling vulnerable! But it was a special day, the 2nd of Nov, where we celebrate our loved ones who are no longer with us in physical body.
Fireworks went off, in celebration! And I went into shock. My mind knew that they were fireworks but my body had a completely different reaction. I left the room and began to shake and cry. I cried holding onto my body, in memory of almost not being here anymore in physical body. The sound had vibrated into my being, reminding me of the sound of gunshots.
You see, 3 years before, in Mexico September 2008, my car was ‘accidentally’ shot at by unmarked police, who were trying to catch someone who had robbed 1million pesos, and had a similar getaway car. When I replay the event in my mind it was like a movie scene, all in slow motion. Them stopping 100m away from me, as they had just turned a corner and saw me driving towards them. And then I stopped, as I saw 2 men with riffles, pointing at me. I decided to drive in reverse, to get back home… it was only 1k away. Also note…. It was 2pm on a relaxed friday afternoon… sun shining!
They shot 13 rounds at me/my car, while I drove in reverse (like a professional driver).
3 shots hit my car.
One of which just passed my head, as it came through the roof and went out the back windscreen.
I then stopped the car, started to scream. They realised I wasn't who they were looking for and also stopped and started to climb out of the pickup truck. I noticed my car engine was fine, I had a few moments advantage… So I decided to continue to drive in reverse home, both hands on the steering wheel, as I twisted my whole body to be able to look out of the back. Which I did. And they followed. But no more shooting this time. Once I had driven the whole 1k, I turned to face in front for the first time. They had followed and saw me as I drove into the private driveway to get home.
The day later, by phone, I was informed that they were following the line that it was a ‘police error’. Which then led to a 7year court case. I didn't have the money or the energy to keep pushing it. And they paid off the right people to get the whole thing dismissed. Typical corrupt system that we live in!!!!!!!!!
But going back to my hip… the day I went into shock at the sound of fireworks. I probably cried for almost half an hour, and by the time I calmed down, I had twisted my body so much that I had subluxated my right hip (which I didn't manage to get diagnosed for 6mths). The way I had twisted my body was the complete opposite to the huge twist I had done those years before as I drove away from the police. As I had cried, my subconscious had moved my body into a safe place, a place that twisted me away from that memory of driving in reverse.
Since that day when I cried in 2011, I have breathed and moved through my body, facing that fear that held me in shock and managed to subluxate my hip. I have danced and meditated, I have forgiven and am grateful for all the experiences that I have lived and have brought me to be the person I am today.
In 2008 I almost died from a bullet to the head.
And on the 2nd of November 2011, the Day of The Dead, I was reminded of this fine line between life and death.
Every day since, through my right hip, I have been reminded of this physical body that we live in and this life experience that we lead.
We all live in our bubble worlds, making decisions that we believe are the right ones for us, not always thinking of the consequences of others. Those policemen that day just thought about how that money would benefit them and their lives. As they shot to kill and steal, and did not try to shoot to stop the car.
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You may look at the experience as horrible and painful for me, and of course yes it has been. But do you know what it has most shown me??
It has also shown me that people do care. Not the system we live in, but individual people. Initially, the random messages I got from people who were almost complete strangers, would bring me tears of gratitude. And over the years, friendships have supported me, genuine love that people can share with others, that lifts me each day. As much as I have often been in physical pain with this hip, I kept moving forward searching for balance.
Subluxating my hip has not been the most physically painful experience that I have lived, but it has been the most mentally destabilising. When such a large joint like your hip moves about, it's hard to understand how to function as a human being. It's like taking a table and detaching one of its legs slightly, the table constantly is then forced to find balance, while trying to do its function as a table. This is how it often feels to me. I'm busy trying to be stable, never mind trying to be a human being at the same time!!!
Earlier this year, I realised I could no longer maintain it just with therapy, as continuing to function as a person was becoming more of a task. I could no longer sit in a chair or go up stairs easily. So I finally did more studies, discovered I also had a torn labrum and happened to have been born with small hip sockets. I found a great clinic in Lithuania that specialised in hips and went for it.
Before the surgery I reached out to many of you friends, letting you know what was happening. So many of you have seen the difficulties my hip has caused me over the years. Your beautiful messages in reply helped ease the fears that still stir around my hip. I felt your presence on the day of the surgery, I felt the genuine love and care that people can hold for one another. That love is eternal, and we all live infinitely connected through life and death.
Today, the 2nd November 2025, two weeks after my surgery, resting letting things recover, ready to enter a new phase with my hip…. I remember today is the Day of the Dead.
I give thanks to life and all that I have experienced.
I give thanks to my family and friends for all that you have shared with me.
I give thanks to all that exists and that which existed.
I give thanks to love and the way it weaves us all together.
I give thanks to all the infinite possibilities of what has been or may be.
I give thanks to this new phase with my hip!!!!!
Time for new life cycles!!
Much luv to you all… always xxx
