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@Harryn1. Yes let’s leave Netflix to provide the thrills.
I’m glad to hear you are enjoying your new hip at 6 months. On your thread you mentioned 3 lessons from all this: stay positive, never take good health for granted and thank god for a supportive spouse. Amen to all! I add one more, which comes through loud and clear from Bonesmart: be patient and avoid the ODIC. It’s hard isn’t it? Not only do we want to get back to having a life, and ticking off the achievements, but all the experts, not to mention the well-intentioned ignorants, tell us to exercise. The only hippie I talked to pre-op kept reiterating the importance of doing the exercises. Who knows, she might have recovered twice as fast without. The Bonesmart message took a while to sink in, but gradually I’ve cut the exercises to the minimum, mostly concentrating on walking little and often. If anyone who thinks differently asks me if I’ve been complying I may fib. Christmas has been convenient in this respect, because I would normally have had an appointment with a physio at two weeks, ie yesterday. Because of the holidays I will be going on Day 23, and that is fine by me.
This morning, with H in anxious attendance, I walked all the way to the corner of our street and back, about 200 yards, wishing warm greetings to the two complete strangers we passed. A joy to see new faces after 2 weeks of growing cabin fever! They returned the greeting politely after they recovered from the shock of being addressed by a stranger. It may be Christmas Day, but it is England after all.
I have a seasonal avatar. I will update it at some point, so for the record, I will describe it here. It is a small and solitary Brussels sprout, neatly labelled in its own plastic bag. This is not a sign that we hate sprouts, unlike many people, but that we have made our first foray into online grocery shopping. Ha! I wonder what the person packing it thought.
@SurreyGirl suggested we use it as a bauble, love that!
H made a mercy dash to the supermarket for a more sensible quantity of sprouts, so Christmas dinner (just the two of us this year) hasn’t had to be cancelled. He is bustling in the kitchen, I am resting comfortably, something is starting to smell delicious, Springsteen is singing about Santa coming to town, and life is good.
Happy Christmas everyone!