MONTH NINE
At the time of the operation I fully expected to be completely fit by now, but that is because at the time I didn’t have the benefit of the wisdom and accumulated experience of you good people on Bonesmart. So I am emphatically not cured yet. G asks me how I am today and I express the answer as a percentage figure. It took me 6 months to get to 80 % and today, just over 9 months I am on 89%. The highest I have been is 93%, at the beginning of August.
There are a lot of things I can do, but still a few things I can’t. I help G to keep her mother cheered up by doing her garden. It took some doing. In the autumn (fall) I tidied the garden comprehensively, knowing I might not be able to get onto it again until some time after the THR. This wasn’t easy because by late autumn I was using a stick to get myself around the plot. By April, still using a stick, but with an operation in between, I was back in the garden, pruning, planting and tidying. Movement got easier but is still not completely smooth. I am immensely proud to have created a really nice garden in such unfavourable circumstances.
As well as swimming fairly long distances I also take G caravanning and I have just returned from a week in the Portsmouth area, with her mum along for the ride as well. While there, I had all the fetching and carrying and tow driving to do. G does all the rest, she being a brilliant driver but nervous of the caravan. So I was proud of what I was able to achieve there, too.
So what about the missing 7%, you may ask. Don’t know, really; I just feel it is missing somehow. I can walk but I can’t walk briskly or normally, though we do manage to cover fair distances at pensioner pace. The operation site still gets sorer than I would like after the activities, and G says why not stop doing it then? Answer (a) I am stupid and obstinate, and (b) if I don’t do stuff, how will I know if I am getting better or not?
So you see from all the above that I am not well qualified to dole out advice to fellow strugglers, and yet I still do it. I suppose the reason is that I so appreciated the help that I got, that I feel a need to try to help others who are further back. Please understand that my only qualifications are that I have been through some of the journey myself and that I come from a background of being physically very active, with all the experiences that spring from that.
HIGHLIGHTS
Swimming in the sea last week. Tried with the wetsuit but at 17 degrees C, it was rather too warm so tried again later just with shorts. The waves were short and steep and I was rubbish at getting from one buoy to another. You are supposed to raise your head to look at the destination, but every time I did I was in a trough and never saw it.
Actually ran, well, jogged for a hundred yards or so. First time for more than 2 years.
LOWLIGHTS
I have depression in my medical record. It caused me to lose my job and take early retirement. At the beginning of this month a group of people I was coming to trust did something that upset me and I couldn’t pick myself up. My head wasn’t straight so my body wasn’t straight either. Mercifully it didn’t develop into a deep trough of depression, and I think I am nearly over it. But it was unpleasant and it brought back some unhappy memories. Enough of that. I don’t want to think about it.
While running, the following happened: when bouncing back up into the air some of my flesh was still coming down; when I was supposed to be coming down some of me was still moving upwards. Not good for running style. OS said I wasn’t allowed to run, except perhaps to catch a bus. As things stand at the moment, I will miss that bus. Weight must be removed!
Finally, sorry to those I haven’t been helping much. Now that I am back from caravanning, maybe I shall be able to do more.
DD2 has got 34 weeks into her pregnancy, which is 5 weeks longer than her first attempt, so fingers crossed that all will be well. The premature granddaughter is fit and well and gives her grandad the run around. If only he could run.
All the best, Alan