@Layla ,
@Alitm , Yes, it's three months now, and so far, so good. I went over the the Island for a few days (Altim's back yard) , spent four nights in Victoria, two of them in the charming old James Bay Inn. The firmer mattress there resulted in a bit of tenderness on the surgical site as I sometimes slept on the op side. After Victoria--which I fell in love with all over again--I then went up island to spend a night with a friend who lives in the Cowichan Valley. Saw horses! The weather has been wonderful, and the leafy trees are at a certain glorious pitch of red. Through this pleasing backdrop I have been walking without any aids, and getting on and off buses and ferries quite normally, carrying my little overnight backpack.
I still sometimes have a tweaky feeling running down my op leg, but it is starting to resolve. I'm not sure whether I'm limping slightly when I tire, or still doing the 'woddle' a bit (as someone delightfully spelled it somewhere here) . At the end of the day when I am out and about, I am still taking long flights of stairs one step at a time, like a toddler. No meds, no pain, I'm sleeping okay, and doing virtually everything except The Vigorous such as running, sprinting, swing dancing, hiking.
Thank you
@sharonslp for the easing-into-dancing advice. I will start out with just freestyle dancing (dancing alone) , because partner dancing can vary so much. One chap last year continued to manhandle me even after I told him he might break my bones; there was no maliciousness on his part, but he didn't know his own strength and hadn't a clue about the concept of a gentle lead. He was on the Enthusiastic Muscular Caveman setting, and knew no other. I have a date to dance with the gentle and respectful (????) Groucho Marx on Halloween, so that will be my Inaugural Ball for my new hip.
In the meantime I am preparing for my first solo exhibit of my oil paintings, and trying to get my mind re-engaged with all the creative projects I start but only occasionally finish.
Has anyone besides me felt that their brains got all scrambled during surgery? Maybe it was the general anesthetic? I feel like my personality has changed too. For the better, fortunately ;)
I asked Hub about the "scrambled brains" feeling, and he said I wasn't the first to make that observation. I can't recall reading anything about that here on the threads I've followed. Is this the elephant in the room? Anyone else?