Week 5 update. Well, I feel better than I did five weeks ago so that's something. My pain is negligible and well controlled but I'm still not happy with my range of movement - from either hip.
I've shared my concerns with the physio but she has told me that there's not an awful lot I can do until I am weight bearing. I see my surgeon next Tuesday so with luck I'll get the go ahead then. I still can't drive as it's my clutch leg that's been done.
I've started researching my family tree to combat the boredom - it's already interesting.
I've stepped away from googling every slight twinge or ache as I am reminded of Montmorency's reading of a medical dictionary in Jerome K Jerome's Three Men in a Boat ....
I sat for awhile, frozen with horror; and then, in the listlessness of despair, I again turned over the pages. I came to typhoid fever – read the symptoms – discovered that I had typhoid fever, must have had it for months without knowing it – wondered what else I had got; turned up St. Vitus’s Dance – found, as I expected, that I had that too, – began to get interested in my case, and determined to sift it to the bottom, and so started alphabetically – read up ague, and learnt that I was sickening for it, and that the acute stage would commence in about another fortnight. Bright’s disease, I was relieved to find, I had only in a modified form, and, so far as that was concerned, I might live for years. Cholera I had, with severe complications; and diphtheria I seemed to have been born with. I plodded conscientiously through the twenty-six letters, and the only malady I could conclude I had not got was housemaid’s knee.