Mood: don't ask
Topic: "Ceramic s"
Changes in life are rarely printed on a menu so that one may order in sequence. A salad, for example, will not necessarily follow the soup if there is a medical problem brought on by years of over-utilization. So discovered the Hobbit when he kept noticing a pain in his ass, not otherwise identified as Ted Cruz.
The X-rays easily allowed the medical practitioner to identify bone spurs and the concomitant absence of lubricating gel between the hip bone "connected to the thigh bone" and so on. Decisions were made once the surgeon stated that things would never improve. Sam inhaled when notice was posted, and since that time has tried to do Frodo's daily tasks as well as those which fall under the responsibilities of the wisest. Frodo feels as if he has aged forty years, despite the assurances of the Fellowship, and those previously confronted by structural deficiencies requiring repair.
The Surgeon explained to Frodo that a new and improved ceramic model would replace his left hip, and Frodo assumes that should said premise not occur, then he could use the ceramics as ornamentals on this years Christmas tree. He might also make the materials available to NASA for use as a nose cone on some future Martian Explorer. Hopefully, however, variables of this nature will not come under further consideration. The problem will be in amendments to the "bucket list" of the Hobbit.
Frodo will never again shoot a jump shot from the top of the key, nor will he again dive for a line drive in center field. The Hobbit will never again break into a final sprint to the finish. He will never again ride horseback in South Mountain Park, even atop a blind traveler under the expert tutelage once available to him. He will continue for years hence, but he will always have to avoid the fall.
The Ring is a constant threat, and his undoing it will be.