Hello Bonesmart friends! I'm overdue for an update, and since 6/20/23 is officially my 2 month anniversary since my surgery, this feels like a good time to check in.
I've been healing pretty steadily, but still feel like I'm in a timewarp in which all my days feel the same. I sleep late, I move a little, I walk and walk and walk, I ice, do some PT, rinse, repeat. It's rather dull, but I still find work and socializing outside of my family pretty exhausting, so I know I still have recovery ahead of me.
On the positive end of things, my stability and endurance have hugely improved since my surgery. I walk
a lot -- around 4 miles per day for the last 3 or so weeks. I'm aiming to continue to increase my mileage in very small increments for the next month. I can take stairs now, though I do get tired out on them and take them at a very moderate pace. I've been working on single-leg balance, and while I have a ways to go in terms of muscle recovery, my improvement has been creeping ahead with very little in terms of setbacks.
My PT continues to be brilliant and super-helpful in my recovery. I saw my surgeon for my 8 week visit last week, and the x-ray reveals a perfectly-placed implant that appears to be integrating well into my hip capsule and femur. He lifted my posterior restrictions, with the caveat of common sense and no knee-to-chin twisting. He won't lift all restrictions until after my 3 month mark, assuming I'm continuing to improve. So on I plod.
I have complaints, naturally. My incision still isn't fully healed. I have a few scabs that slough off then regrow, and one old scab I keep pushing back into place, because it's covering a tiny and deeper unhealed corner of skin. My surgeon is not concerned, and said something I didn't fully understand about stitches underneath the skin not pushing up, or maybe not dissolving yet. He predicted it will fully seal within the next two weeks, so I'm watching and waiting. My PT liked how it looked today well enough to use her infrared laser over the bits that are still scabbed, so I'm trying to take that as a sign of progress.
I still get a grisly rubby-clicky sensation on and off when I move my hip. Both my surgeon and PT say it's soft tissue, though they disagree on whether it's scar tissue or just soft tissue trying to adjust to having more volume to accommodate (since I no longer have dysplasia, there's a bit more volume in my hip capsule, which my PT thinks is causing a rub on my trochanter). She works on the healing tissues with various instruments and I always feel a ton better after our sessions. Hoping the gristle feeling dissipates with more time.
And my goodness, I have a lot of muscle loss that I hope to gain back. Once I have more stability, I'll be allowed to do harder exercises (jumping, weights), and that will be exciting indeed. But I'm not there yet.
I'm still in the rental house that I moved into due to storm damage to my home, and there is
finally some progress towards fixing the many things at home that were broken in late February. Insurance has been a nightmare to deal with (I've been leaving it to my hubs, poor guy), so that process has felt a bit like my healing journey, which multiplies this weird restless feeling of nowhereness I've had for a last two months. It's not forever; I just have to keep reminding myself that all of this is temporary.
In the meantime, I seek joy from the experience of seeing the ocean every day on my walks, and from duckling watching, as my rental house is near the Venice canals. I have never been so worried as when I see a baby duckling separated from it's mother and siblings, squeaking for help, and have a new hatred for Night Herons, who I'm convinced have eaten some of the baby ducks. The dark side of nature aside, it is delightful to go duckling-spotting, and it just doesn't feel like a good day until I've verified the well-being of several of the little ducky families in the neighborhood. Am I going slowly insane? Maybe.
They are cute though.