zinnia
senior
Reporting from San Diego! Made the trip quite well, I think. Only about a 4 hour flight to SD after a short run to Charlotte which had it's problems; we almost missed the SD flight. Planning for a wheel chair is the way to go. . .he got us there just in time to board! That was the most exciting part of the trip.
A little stiff when I got up to walk the aisle; which is, by the way so narrow now I could hardly get down it without ending up in someone's lap. One of the attendants tried to make me use the 1st class rest room because it was closer and she was afraid I'd lose my balance. What a joke (Ha!), I couldn't have gone any where if I had! Planes are cattle cars now. . .it's a wonder that we all don't just lose it entirely. That poor soul who was the third person on our row at the window. . .we could have easily just done away with him when he was irritating and no one the wiser. They obviously don't like you to walk down the aisle or stand a bit at the end. They want you in your seat, tied in with that dreadful seat belt, so they can keep you in control. Who knows when the little old lady with the cane (which they don't like either) will suddenly turn into a monster and start beating others with her cane because they can walk and she can't. You can never know what these Bone Smart people will do. Such an unpredictable lot!
Anyway, now we are here with no real damage beyond stiff joints, change of timing (meds are all messed up) and sleep deprivation. I am reading some of the threads of hip replacements that happened about the same as mine and it's hard not to compare myself with those who are walking unassisted. My recovery plateau continues to stretch on, interfered with by ice and snow and trips to San Diego. I'm sort of looking forward to seeing what PT is going to say about my progress so far. I am trusting that hips do get better without all the nonsense of tending to "muscle weakness" and time will take care of recovery. Patience and more patience is obviously needed.
A little stiff when I got up to walk the aisle; which is, by the way so narrow now I could hardly get down it without ending up in someone's lap. One of the attendants tried to make me use the 1st class rest room because it was closer and she was afraid I'd lose my balance. What a joke (Ha!), I couldn't have gone any where if I had! Planes are cattle cars now. . .it's a wonder that we all don't just lose it entirely. That poor soul who was the third person on our row at the window. . .we could have easily just done away with him when he was irritating and no one the wiser. They obviously don't like you to walk down the aisle or stand a bit at the end. They want you in your seat, tied in with that dreadful seat belt, so they can keep you in control. Who knows when the little old lady with the cane (which they don't like either) will suddenly turn into a monster and start beating others with her cane because they can walk and she can't. You can never know what these Bone Smart people will do. Such an unpredictable lot!
Anyway, now we are here with no real damage beyond stiff joints, change of timing (meds are all messed up) and sleep deprivation. I am reading some of the threads of hip replacements that happened about the same as mine and it's hard not to compare myself with those who are walking unassisted. My recovery plateau continues to stretch on, interfered with by ice and snow and trips to San Diego. I'm sort of looking forward to seeing what PT is going to say about my progress so far. I am trusting that hips do get better without all the nonsense of tending to "muscle weakness" and time will take care of recovery. Patience and more patience is obviously needed.