Hello everyone!
Yesterday was the two week anniversary of the bonding of Hermione and I. On the whole she is behaving herself.
I have settled into a good routine here. The reco very hotel only takes a maximum of 30 patients. Many are here just for the minimum of five days. Some firckinger so there is a revolving door of people and stories. I had initially booked in for 10 days but after a rather rough start immediately after the operation signed up for 14. So next years holiday money, gone...but no work, 3 good meals a day, physio on request, hairdressing, pedicures, manicures, the company of interesting people, a nice private room with shower, roof terrace with garden and, wait for it, air conditioning in one of Britain’s hottest years yet, I am set up for a peaceful and proper recovery
I opted for one PT session a day. Most people here are doing 2 a day and I don’t know how they do it. They rest a lot in their rooms and appear or not at mealtimes. Breakfast is around 8, physio scheduled in the morning followed by 20 minutes on an ice machine with compression cuffs. I have named the machine “Clint” as it is cool, chilled and (mostly) silent.
The first time I had the treatment I was very apprehensive as scared of anything new (like a rotunda for example!)
All the staff here are brilliant and this was no exception. My legs were raise on a blue wedgie thing. The wetsuits-like material was gently wrapped around my thigh, a bit passed under my bottom (minor bridging exercise there), pulled out to the other side and wrapped tound. When asked what pressure I would like I say “minimum”)
The machine is switched on and the most beautiful ice cold sensation flows around the wrapped parts of my body. There is a trickling sensation near my bottom that makes me feel like I am producing iced water. It is rather weird but wonderful. And then the cuff starts to squeeze and exert gentle, but firmish pressure on the wound. I start to get nervous. Thanks to last week I am now terrified of any pain. But the cuff releases at the right time, the iced water is doing its job and I relax and shut my eyes.
I feel something squeeze and wake with a start! It is the cuff attempting round two. I am so relaxed I had drifted off!
At the end of the 20- minute session the physio asks if I enjoyed the experience. I did!
Sleepily I ask if I can marry the machine (“Hermione” is going to be a fickle flighty implant it seems)! I can’t think why the Physio thinks I’m “that” funny as she is giggling.,
As I walk with my crutches back down the long carpeted corridor with a weak g and t, kind fellow guests and lunch to look forward to, Revelation strikes.
There is NO PAIN! May I repeat: There is NO PAIN!
And I can’t renember when was the last time I felt like that
tbc.