Lawsuits can seem so unpleasant from the outside, I suppose that’s why I never seriously considered filing one. I’m basically just your typical shy, scrupulously polite, conflict-avoiding person, and I couldn’t stand the idea of having to start a fight, even if it was justified.
Maybe it was, or maybe it was denial, a refusal to believe what doctors and friends were telling me, refusing to believe I’d be in pain for the rest of my life.
Yet, here we are, three years after my fall in a shop, and I’m still in pain. I didn’t believe it could last, not for the longest time. I’m not an old lady, after all. I’m still in my thirties, I’m in—or I was in—pretty good shape. Who has hip problems at 37? Surely it would just take care of itself.
It didn’t, and now that I’m past the statute of limitations, I’m beginning to regret my decision. Maybe it would have been worth being bold and starting that legal fight a few years ago. No, there’s no maybe about it. It would have been worth it. At this point, I have to call in regularly to work if the pain is too bad. My boss is very understanding, I’m lucky in that, but it means I’m left with less income each month. I certainly can’t afford to go see a physical therapist to try and fix the problem, not now.
I suppose I could get over all this if I didn’t know it didn’t have to be this way. I could adjust to life as it is if there wasn’t that lingering knowledge that I made a mistake by not trying to push harder on this earlier. If I’d taken the advice of my friends (or listened my carefully to my doctors) I could have filed a lawsuit that would have covered that physical therapy, that could have covered my missed work hours, that might have allowed me to see a high-quality specialist. The options, when I think about them, are just heartbreaking.
But at the time, I’d convinced myself not just that I’d get better but that I didn’t have a case and I’d be just stirring up trouble by searching for a way to get money out of a store (a family-owned store at that) when it was my own fault. Having done some research (like on this law firm’s site), I see now I definitely had more than just a decent case, I had the right to seek some compensation not just for the initial fall but for all that’s coming after.
Oh well. The moment has passed now, and I just have to learn to accept that. Regrets, I have a few, as the old song goes. I just need to find a way to be okay with the status quo from now on. I have a good job with an understanding boss. I make enough, even if it isn’t all I used to make. I’ll just have to accept the pain is here to stay. I’m 37, and I have hip problems. That’s just the way it goes.Read More