“You will need to give yourself a shot in the stomach once a day for the first ten days you are home from the hospital.”
A surgeon filleting my hip was bad enough, but now Kathy, the nurse, was telling me there was more fun after the surgery was over. I wondered what else I had to look forward to during my recovery. I have been home for over a week and now I can share the good, the bad and the ugly:
Breakfast in bed – A couple of days ago, Stacie made me the best breakfast I have had in years: eggs over easy, three strips of bacon, fresh blueberries and raspberries, apple slices and coffee. I slept in and my three sons delivered my breakfast to me in bed. Thanks Babe!
Daily walks – I like that my rehab involves walking my kids to school in the morning.
Afternoon naps – I think Spain is on to something.
Friends & Family – I enjoy hearing from my friends and family – your encouragement has truly helped my recovery.
The Hipping Post – I am having fun writing this blog and I appreciate all of your comments. Writing keeps me focused on a positive outcome.
SF Giants – I have watched the Giants play a bunch of games.
Shot in the stomach – Lovenox is medication that helps prevent blood clots. Lovenox is in my kids’ “Good” category, as they love watching me stick the 1/2-inch needle into my belly.
Pill popping – I take pain killers, iron supplements and stool softeners. I keep a separate journal to track what, when and how many pills I pop.
Limited mobility – I walk well with my crutches but my hip gets sore quickly.
Showers – From taping a Ziploc bag over my dressing, to awkwardly standing sideways in the shower, to my wife changing my dressing when I’m done, showers have gone from an enjoyable part of the morning to an exercise in frustration.
SF Giants – I have watched the Giants lose a bunch of games.
My Left Hip – My left leg is battered and bruised. My incision looks like a big frown stretched across my hip. Eleven stitches run though the frown. With a spattering of yellow, blue and purple, my left hip looks like a Jackson Pollock painting. But, if I look in the mirror, that frown turns into a twisted smirk. From that view, my left hip grins back at me. Maybe my hip already knows that underneath all of the ugliness is something beautiful and good.