So remember how I was all "I'm going to the Scottish Festival!"
Yeah. That didn't so much happen.
It wasn't that my hip actually hurt. My pain level has hoovered around a 2 (on a scale of 1-10) for a while now.
I'm realizing now that pain is not really an inhibiting factor in my recovery and general getting-around-ness. The problem is stamina...endurance...energy.
Major surgery knocks you on your ass. Even a 30-year-old in relatively good physical condition. I've just now gotten to the point where at ten minute walk around the apartment complex doesn't make me dizzy. Taking a shower wipes me out for a good half hour afterwards.
I'm slowly getting my endurance back. On Saturday night, we went out to Culvers! It was the first time I'd left the house in a week! Yes, all these exclamation points are totally necessary!!
The Culvers trip was quite an ordeal. It involved getting in and out of the car, which is something I hadn't done since coming home from the hospital. Even sitting in the car and driving was different, with the bucket seat "hugging" my hips, and the bumps and jerks of riding on the highway. I also had to shimmy and out of the booth at the restaurant.
All of it went really well, though. It was nice to be out of the house, among people, in the fresh air. To do a normal Saturday night thing. And it was also nice for Paul to not have to make dinner for once.
The improvement is slow, but I can see it. Each day has some small improvement over the previous one. There are times when I get frustrated that I'm not "better" yet. I knew going into this that it would take weeks to heal, but halfway through the second week I want to be done! I want to be fixed! Ulg. Impatience will not help me get better.
No comments:
Post a Comment