Well its been 48 hours since I had my surgery; and I’ve been home since yesterday at 3pm.
No more morphine button; which is saddening. Truly. But they give really good pills to help make up the difference. All jokes aside; the pain (which i was taught to put on a 1-10 scale) is generally about a 1 or a 2; even without pain medicine. I really think in comparison to trying to run on it broken; the rest doesn’t hurt much. That and not being able to get up and move much leaves me feeling pretty good.
Life is always an adventure; and sometimes you just have to get out there and find the best out of it adventure. Today’s adventures with a broken hip (and it’s apparently going to be a long adventure) included taking a bath; going to CVS; and fixing a glass of milk.
Bathing while keeping your upper hip dry proves to be quite challenging; especially when it’s painful to move that hip and it’s non weight-bearing. (try stepping into a bathtub without putting any weight on one of your legs…). Finding the right position to sit to be able to clean up; only to realize that soap and shampoo that are on a shelf that’s the perfect height for showering; is a long long reach when sitting down.
Going to CVS wasn’t bad; other than a flight of steps to get out of my own front door. Had to find new dressing to cover the staples in my leg; and what the hospital put on me was incredibly hard to duplicate. However; after getting home and finding out how big the incision *actually* is; I bought the wrong thing; and the hospital put on a HUGE dressing compared to how big it needed to be. 4 staples covering an incision that’s maybe 1.5″ long. (I’m truly amazed at what MD’s can do with minimal intrusion. )
The glass of milk had to be the most challenging. I wasn’t home alone; and Adah could have gotten it for me; but I’m super independent; and wanted to do for myself. I figure if I’m going to be in these silly crutches for 4-6 weeks; I need to learn to live with them. Someone won’t always be there. After some looking around; I finally realized the easy way was to carry and empty glass to the table; then carry the milk jug to the table; pour; and return the jug to the fridge.
All three adventures were learning processes. But I’m a little better because of all of them. I guess as long as I learn a little more every day; and get a little better all the time; those 960 hours I have left will fly on by. (it’s 6 weeks total before I’ll be released to do anything but run)