Yesterday, I traded my crutches for a cane. I am making good progress with my recovery but by losing the crutches, I have gone from getting sympathy to receiving looks of curiosity. With crutches, usually there is a good story. But a cane often accompanies a disability, not an injury, so people are hesitant to ask, “What happened?” Nevertheless, losing the crutches is an important milestone and I am happy with my pace of recovery.
I had some other breakthroughs this week. I picked up my four year old from pre-school. I was still using my crutches at the time and the walk to his school and back is only one mile, but it’s the first time I have made that walk without feeling the grinding pain in my left hip. Before the surgery, by the time I got to the school, I was dreading the walk home. But this time, my hip felt great and on the walk back, I could focus on my son instead of the pain. I learned that rattlesnakes live in the holes in the dirt beside the sidewalk, was reminded that you should always make a wish before blowing on a dandelion, and remembered that for a four year old, pushing the cross walk button is pure joy.
I also picked up my four year old. He was playing in the back yard and his feet were filthy. With a crutch in one hand and the boy in the other, I carried him from the kitchen to the bathroom. My hip managed the extra weight without any trouble.
I took my last Lovenox shot this morning and I spent 15 minutes on a stationary bike. As far as I can tell, I am walking without the lumbering limp I had before surgery. These milestones may not sound monumental but they are signs that I am recovering well. Soon, I hope my hip will feel strong enough so I can ditch the cane. In the meantime, maybe I should stick some tennis balls on the end of the cane, like Carl Fredrickson in the movie Up. Then people will really find me curious.