[In case of TLDR, here is a summary of my long post below: I am in famous physio-induced ODIC, but will survive!]
Thanks
@Layla. I’ve been a regular visitor to that link, but it was good to review it again and see, actually, I’m pretty much spot on! Except that I had to laugh at the suggestion that it might be time to vacuum the living room, for two reasons:
1. It is impossible for me even to clamber round the living room floor, because it is full of the furniture moved from what is now my temporary downstairs bedroom, plus my newly acquired comfy chair, plus the spare chair borrowed in hopes it would be comfy but wasn’t... The good side of this is that when I am enthroned in my new comfy chair to watch TV I can’t see the floor, so the dustballs accumulating don’t worry me; and
2. It has been a running gag between me and H that if anyone asks how long recovery will take, the response is that I will probably be on crutches for some weeks, it may be some months before I am back to ringing, and definitely doctor’s orders are that H takes care of the vacuuming for at least the next 3 years, and quite possibly forever.
Day 37 and I had my second post-hospital physio appointment. At the first one, two weeks ago, I was given exercises to do 3 times a day. That’s 42 sets. I have done 4. So I was able to answer yes honestly when asked if I’d been doing them! I said they were ok except the raising leg to side, which produced a nasty feeling. We discussed the feeling with reference to a diagram of the muscle groups and she persuaded me that I was not feeling my new hip falling out, but the muscles moving over each other and/or the bony corner and nothing to worry about. Ok.... She had me demonstrate the exercises and set the following adjustments or new exercises:
Marching on spot, lift knees higher, as high as comfortable;
Side raises, hold good leg for count of 5 as well as operated leg (not at same time

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Backwards raises, ditto
Use just bottom stair to step up leading with operated leg. Step back down backwards leading with operated leg.
Then she produced the dreaded resistance band. I thought, well that’s going in the drawer. But of course I was too polite to say so. She wanted me to do side steps in each direction with it, concentrating on maintaining control as I brought legs together (ie resisting the pull).
Generally all this felt ok at the time, although I had to take a lot of weight on my arms to step up with my operated leg.
Then we went for a drive to a different bit of the coast than previous trips, where there is a cafe we used to frequent a year or two back when I could walk a few miles. We figured we could find a parking place nearby instead of walking. In fact we found one very close, but it was still a real struggle of a walk because the wind was blowing a gale. So when I’m cursing the physio for the after effects, I will bear in mind that this may have contributed. We had a yummy lunch and it was pleasant looking out at the crashing waves, normally the sea round here just lies there wallowing.
There was luckily a beachside disabled toilet unlocked, as the cafe doesn’t have its own toilets and the council locks the ordinary public toilets for the winter. I never thought I’d be feeling grateful rather than guilty about using a disabled loo. Those lovely support bars! I’ve just gone online and ordered myself one of those keys that unlocks disabled toilets, I’m not too proud to take advantage while I’m on crutches. I looked into a temporary disabled parking permit too (we only got a non disabled parking spot within reach of the cafe today because it was a weekday and the weather was so bad), but in the UK you have to be permanently disabled to qualify. I think that’s a bit tough, not for myself because I have H to do any errands or drop me off, but there must be people who really need to park close to things during some temporary impairment.
By the time we got home mid afternoon I was exhausted. I’ve been lying in bed icing like mad. Despite this, I’m getting nasty little feelings in both legs. The most annoying one is inside thigh of operated leg, an irritated adductor I’m guessing. Not agony by any means, but somewhere between a twitch and a jab. I stuck it out without painkillers for a while, not because I want to be heroic or such but because I wanted to eliminate medications as a possible source of dizziness. But I’ve given in and taken some paracetamol. I’ve also got codeine (a new prescription from GP, which I got just in case...) and I will take some before trying to sleep.
I am a bit cross with myself for being too compliant. But maybe I’m just anxious and these feelings will go away. I have another appointment in two weeks, and if I do have too much discomfort, I’m either going to cancel or absolutely be resolute and say, show me the exercises and I’ll do them when I feel ready.