Good Checkup – More Rehab

The much anticipated 4th week hip replacement surgery checkup went well this morning, so well I probably won’t have that nightmare any more.  What nightmare?  The one in which the surgeon comes into the exam room with the x-ray and a long face and tells me the whole thing has to be a do-over and that he’s scheduled me for December.

I can drive short distances and only have to use the cane when I’m tired or exiting my car (freshly parked in a handicapped zone).  Three more weeks of exercises, walking, and (maybe) physical therapy and I’ll be able to hack my way around the golf course any possibly even the tennis court as well as before the surgery.  Medication is Tylenol only, and only once or twice a day.

Still having trouble sleeping throught the night (no problem with naps at any time and of any duration in my trusty recliner) and sitting in any spot other than the recliner.  Thank heaven for sports and movies on TV.  Thank heaven also for good books to read.

And tons of thanks to family and friends for all the get well encouragements!

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How I’m Doin’ – Medical Update

Still taking the pain medicine, but doing most of my walking with a cane instead of the walker.  Much more of a jaunty feeling with a cane.

Nurse and physical therapist visits continue for another week.  I see the surgeon September 22 for the post-operation evaluation and permission to drive (a car, alas, not a golf ball).  Never one to wish for time to go by more rapidly, at this point I’d like the visit to be tomorrow – but it’s two weeks away.

In days of old I got past various injuries by pushing myself with jogging, tennis, basketball, etc.  Not going to happen this time.  My exercise routines take place lying down, sitting, or holding on to the kitchen counter.  I am, however, reminded daily of how fortunate I am to live in a time when severe arthritis of the hip doesn’t sentence me to a wheelchair.  I’m also reminded of one of my everlasting heros, my sister Patti, for whom a hip joint replacement must seem like having a sliver removed.

Thanks for all the calls, visits, cards, messages.  Family and friends – there is nothing more important.