Latest corollary of Murphy's Law - when I was just out of surgery and tired and should have been at home, I had to go back to work from home the first week and go back into the office at one week post op because it was so busy at the office. Now that I feel much better and more capable of being here (other than needing to write more reminders to myself), the year-end rush is over and it's not busy!
Eternal optimist that I try to be, though, I have to focus on the "now that I feel much better" part of that statement. Recovery has slowed down in general (which is to be expected) but, now that I've had my first post op, I'm cleared to start doing more physically. I'm certainly not at the fitness level I was before surgery, but I am now able to climb stairs without pain (not planning to try a Stairmaster for a while, if ever, though). The piriformis is also starting to loosen up some - I can (just barely and with a little pain in the stretch) put my socks on with my leg crossed at the knee. I've gradually increased the weights on various leg machines from 30 to 50 lbs (did in 10 lb increments) but suspect I'm not going to be ready to go much above that for at least a couple of weeks. Now that the hip flexor has settled, I've been able to pick up the pace and increase the time on the treadmill, but still not where I was before. I'm still going to tell the trainer next week that lunges and "split squats" are not happening!
We're taking a trip to my mother's house this weekend (the trip was supposed to be Christmas weekend but got delayed because of strep throat). 4 hours there and 4 hours back. Unlike 3 weeks ago, though, my biggest dread is being in the car with my sons for that long, not the physical side of riding in the car! I love them both but they like to gang up on me and build off of each other. The trip for Memorial Day weekend (when I was at the same point out of surgery on the first THR) caused me to rescind my offer to let the oldest move back for the summer! I'll just hope that one or both of them decides to sleep the entire way (a good possibility). They've already been warned that, even though they're both considerably taller than me, I claim one of the front seats even when I'm not driving (hmm, may make it more likely that they want to drive there - I may have to make this a rule going forward).
They generally tease me about my small bladder and needing to stop halfway there - now I'll just be able to blame it on needing to stop ever hour to walk around!