Hallo, Friends,
One or two people asked me to return if I managed to reach either of two goals. The first was to climb a big British hill, or mountain, as we call them. The other was to swim at least a mile in open water.
Before I do that I want to emphasise that there is absolutely nothing special or outstanding about any physical things I do. There isn't. I am nothing more than average. I am not therefore here to show off in any way. Yes, I am delighted with what I have been able to do in my recovery, but it is not in any way extraordinary. The only reason I have returned is so that I can send a message to people who are at the beginning or at least not all that far into the recovery process, or quite a long way in but not seeming to be doing very well.
The message is quite simple: there is an energetic, active life to be had after hip replacement. If you look back in this thread, you will see the stages, the triumphs, the disappointments, nothing spectacular, but just gradual improvement in mobility.
No, I haven't climbed my big hill. When I have made a big effort, the next day brings soreness and aching to the area around the repair, such that I would find it all too easy to imagine being in hilly country when something snaps, or goes permanently on strike, or fatigue causes a slip, or a wrench, or worse. I do not think it is right to set off up a big hill if I suspect that it is likely somebody will have to turn out and rescue me. So no big hill.
Swimming is different. I am confident in my ability there and have on a number of occasions swum more than a mile in open water, using a mixture of front crawl, breaststroke and stopping, treading water to gossip with friends. On one occasion, there was a misunderstanding and I found myself alone in the middle of a lake with half a mile to go to reach the nearest bank. It was lovely. I laughed to myself at the sheer joy of being there in warm water (18 centigrade) on a sunny evening in beautiful surroundings, and I thanked everybody, my doctor, my surgeon, the nursing teams, my family, my new friends in Dove Dippers, and my older friends in Bonesmart. I thank you all. I couldn't have done it without you.
One day I did climb my mountain. It was rough and heathery and 500 feet from the pub at the bottom to the disused reservoir at the top. That is about my limit. But whilst there I swam a mile in a heavy rainstorm. It sounds a bit crazy for a 70 year old hip replacement survivor, but I enjoyed it.
To those who are still struggling, be determined and patient, a difficult blend to manage, I know, but if you can manage it, the rewards, the targets, are there for you as well.
Good luck and all the best
From Alan