I thought I’d like to share this. Apologies in advance for a long post!
Since I decided to embark on this journey, I started keeping a “hip diary”. Sort of a blog, but without anyone seeing it! I’m obviously now at the point of being able to compare having the first post surgery experience and the second.
I’m now 13 days post op. On day 14 last time I found myself in A&E with a haematoma flooding the place... tomorrow I am looking forward to staples being removed and first physio appointment (and hopefully no hospital dashes).
But for anyone else who might read this and be post first surgery, these are my reflections today:
Sunday 8th – 13 days post-op
It’s days like today that this diary comes into its own. I’m almost at the two weeks mark. I’ve just been reading the previous 13 day post-op. The night before had been, “possibly the worst one yet”. No sleep, impossible to find a restful position, pain hitting 5/6, lots of tears. My brief honeymoon period of not using a crutch was pretty much over and I was starting to need one more and more for my left leg, which kept giving way with its familiar, sickening, burst of pain. I’d reached the limits of my walking ability and, unbeknownst to me, I was about to have a terrifying night and would have to abandon the exercise bike again. It was a miserable, painful, exhausting and depressing weekend.
So where am I now?
I’m still a bit apprehensive about tomorrow. I realise there is no logical reason why, if I were to have another haematoma, it would be on the same day, but it still feels like a milestone to pass.
This time round, I’ve already abandoned (with Consultant’s blessing) the injections and I’m far better prepared for nights, thanks to my short term supply of sleeping pills. Mostly, they’re getting me through the nights. I’m generally being gifted at least five hours sleep. Once I do wake, it’s hard to get back to sleep. Discomfort and aching reasserts. But it’s a HUGE improvement on last time.
There are much bigger contrasts though. I went for a walk this morning, 1.5 miles. I’m not aiming for speed, but I am walking the routes faster. I’m working on using my crutches as balancing stabilisers and trying to allow my legs to take on more of the workload. I do ache. There’s no doubt about that. Both legs feel stiff and achey around the groin. My new incision pulls at times and, if I stumble at all, I really know about it and clutch my crutches gratefully.
But; and it’s a significant ‘but’, I can already feel that all that deep, fiery, corrosive, disintegrating, gnawing, nauseating pain has gone.
Gone.
Yes, I still hurt a lot. I still need pain relief. But THAT pain has gone. Its over.
All the osteoarthritis. Cut away.
Writing all this, makes me want to cry. But in a good way for a change!
I know. I’m only at the start of my recovery. I’m not getting carried away. There is a huge amount of healing to happen, a serious amount of work needed on my wretched, wasted muscles. I still have massive restrictions. It’s going to take months and months. The first leg is still swollen and, no other way to say it, gross and lumpy. The second leg is swollen, bruised and still stapled together. There’s still endless scope for setbacks and things to go wrong. I know that. I also know that, in these first weeks, I have to protect this new hip, clinging to its ridiculously shallow anchoring. I know all that. I’m anything but complacent. I know myself well enough to know that, even best case scenario, there are still going to be dark, frustrating, angry days. I’m also going to run out of sleeping pills soon.
But since I started tracking it last Sunday, I’ve walked nearly 18 miles. There’s that.
I’m getting stronger. I can do this.
I am doing it.
Thought I wanted to share
