Waking at four after being up till 12 A,M, (reading that great murder mystery)with that throbbing stiff pain-wowow owie, stretching and stretching to ease the pain-popping a Davorcet, totally wake now but 4 hours sleep isn't enuff, knowing this will mess up my sleep rhythm.
It does seem like one step forward-two steps back, Finally got back to sleep around 8 A.M., sister called three times around ten-eleven in a panic-thinking i am stranded, fallen like a gold fish flipped out of the aquarium.
I finally wake enuff to answer the phone grouchy. Man am I ever out of sorts today. This is evil Sue at her best. It's a wonder I have any friends or family left to talk to.
So getting into the groove with my stretches and PT routine. I spent most of the day yesterday walking without the cane, knowing that there would be painful consequences. Jest a little too big for my own britches is what my grandma would say.
Was so happy yesterday evening, my friend Dawn came over with home-cooked food and her big strong son Josh,to mow my grass.
It was so grand. Dawn and I sat on the patio and I played with the non spitting frog (from my pond)as Josh mowed in the sweltering July heat.
It was such joy to see my footpath again and the edges of flowerbeds and the itty bitty plastic pond. I am still amazed at the kindness and Christ like-ness of the people I have for friends.
Rushing, Rushing, Rushing... But with school approaching in just three weeks, I feel pressure to get walking normally quicker and quicker, not like this...still like a ship rolling in the waves, having to concentrate on each step-making sure to do "heel to toe".
We are so lazy in our walk-never noticing how our feet fall so naturally and effortlessly to the ground and up again to propel us through space, yet one more thing to appreciate about the incredible way that God designed us.
Yes, I am evil at times but I do know that God still loves me and hasn't given up on me yet. And altho grumpy, I am so grateful that there are people that care enuff to call and make sure that I'm not flopping around on the floor helplessly waving my cane.
Thank you Barbara.
Thank you Dawn.
Thank you Josh.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
July 4th Cookout with my sister
I am so very blessed to have family that care about, and for, me!
Today my sister brought over brats and ribs and tons of other stuff, cooked it out on my grill on my rustic patio while I played a while with the spitting frog I have in my gold fish pond. He should be splashing and spraying but he is somewhat like me a little slow and sluggish. I need to get in there and clean the pump and lines-ahhhh so many reasons to heal!
I digress-the food and companionship was wonderful and I trotted myself around most of the day with my nifty cane, as if I had any business doing so.
The Dr. said to only use it one hour at the most-LOL. Yes, indeed I am very sore right now, but this is not surprising as this is my usual routine by now. Overextend having fun then repent with aches. Oh well, I will one day become more sensible(I hope)
Another great thing happened. I found a softsided queensize waterbed on Graigs list for only 75.00!
The Dr. told me I could go back to using my regular waterbed and I was so dreading sleeping in a regular bed. (waterbeds are so easy on the joints). So my sister reminded me that the softsided- waterbeds were to all practical extents like a mattress, so ashopping I went. When I found it and talked to the nice David in Smyrna (said owner of bed)I realized that...
I didn't have anyway to go up to Smyrna to get it.... so when my friend Val and her boyfriend dropped by (in is truck) Yes, I played the infirm hand and asked. They did it!!! That made it a doubly happy 4th for me.
Now I am back on Graigs list looking for a queensize frame for the waterbed.
The one thing that I have most learned from this experience, THR, is how wonderfully God meets my needs. I am humbled by his love and grace, each day shows me more of how I can better be like him. I hope that I remember to be as kind to others as people have been to me throughout this time.
One note about my sister (Barbara), with the goodies, She brought vanilla ice cream and cooked a fresh blueberry sauce to top and fresh red cherries. It was so lovely and delicious!
It's dark now and my temperamental cat, Hannah is freaking out from all the fireworks in my neighborhood. My neighborhood look suburban but is still pretty red-and I like that.
Happy Fourth!
Today my sister brought over brats and ribs and tons of other stuff, cooked it out on my grill on my rustic patio while I played a while with the spitting frog I have in my gold fish pond. He should be splashing and spraying but he is somewhat like me a little slow and sluggish. I need to get in there and clean the pump and lines-ahhhh so many reasons to heal!
I digress-the food and companionship was wonderful and I trotted myself around most of the day with my nifty cane, as if I had any business doing so.
The Dr. said to only use it one hour at the most-LOL. Yes, indeed I am very sore right now, but this is not surprising as this is my usual routine by now. Overextend having fun then repent with aches. Oh well, I will one day become more sensible(I hope)
Another great thing happened. I found a softsided queensize waterbed on Graigs list for only 75.00!
The Dr. told me I could go back to using my regular waterbed and I was so dreading sleeping in a regular bed. (waterbeds are so easy on the joints). So my sister reminded me that the softsided- waterbeds were to all practical extents like a mattress, so ashopping I went. When I found it and talked to the nice David in Smyrna (said owner of bed)I realized that...
I didn't have anyway to go up to Smyrna to get it.... so when my friend Val and her boyfriend dropped by (in is truck) Yes, I played the infirm hand and asked. They did it!!! That made it a doubly happy 4th for me.
Now I am back on Graigs list looking for a queensize frame for the waterbed.
The one thing that I have most learned from this experience, THR, is how wonderfully God meets my needs. I am humbled by his love and grace, each day shows me more of how I can better be like him. I hope that I remember to be as kind to others as people have been to me throughout this time.
One note about my sister (Barbara), with the goodies, She brought vanilla ice cream and cooked a fresh blueberry sauce to top and fresh red cherries. It was so lovely and delicious!
It's dark now and my temperamental cat, Hannah is freaking out from all the fireworks in my neighborhood. My neighborhood look suburban but is still pretty red-and I like that.
Happy Fourth!
Hello, yes, I love that reachy thing!
To begin this sojourn thru my summer, I will introduce myself briefly: female, 56, friendly, loyal, Christian and a teacher of 3rd grade students, and yes I still love doing so.
Being that I have 9 glorious weeks for my summer vacation, I thought, why not? Why not use, this resting from little children time, to have my right hip totally replaced?
I am beginning week 4 post op. and have graduated from a walker to a cane, and yes I do think I'm pretty hot stuff.
So, those of you that think this is my opportunity to cry and whine about the pain and inconvenience of this experience...you're absolutely right! (Sometimes)
But I also wanted to give voice to the victories that come and the pleasure of knowing that the same God that created me is healing me so well.
Well, some of the time I do give in to the drudgery and despairity(I know it's not a word) of not having freedom to drive and walk or dance or slide away from a hip and leg that thinks it's in, it's own country.
Now my hip did give me a LOT of pain for the last few years so I thought I would teach it a lesson, LOL- kinda the slicer/dicer of late night tv dreams.
No, although in some "discomfort" as I heal...I am not now, or have taken any of the "strong" meds the Dr.'s love to prescribe. (Except when I was in the hospital for those hazy days)
I do take a Darvoset before I do my exercises so I can pretend that all those leg lifts and kicks don't really hurt.
I have found that I am an extremest as far as my PT is concerned. One day I go to it with vim and vigor and the next, I lie on the lovely ice bag in my reclining hospital bed.(Yes, I do my lying down PT, but none of the standing on that second day).
I will be honest about my recovery on here -as honest as I can. I say that because I have found that I lie to myself about all this. I tell myself stories about how tomorrow I will be walking in the garden and freely weeding my herb beds and that I will be taking line dancing classes with my friend Ann and that I will be walking strongly up and down the hill I live on (charmingly nicknamed, Suicide Hill).
OK-so none of that is happening yet...but I do believe that I will be doing these things soon.
I also lie to myself about avoiding doing my PT the way I should each day, telling myself the lie that everyone would be babying themselves as much as I am.
I tell myself that these weeks are truly my summer vacation and it is good for my psychological status to loll abed late in the morn. I have 4 weeks to complete my recovery so I have to be a wee bit more determined to complete all my PT each day.
Pray for me that I do.
Being that I have 9 glorious weeks for my summer vacation, I thought, why not? Why not use, this resting from little children time, to have my right hip totally replaced?
I am beginning week 4 post op. and have graduated from a walker to a cane, and yes I do think I'm pretty hot stuff.
So, those of you that think this is my opportunity to cry and whine about the pain and inconvenience of this experience...you're absolutely right! (Sometimes)
But I also wanted to give voice to the victories that come and the pleasure of knowing that the same God that created me is healing me so well.
Well, some of the time I do give in to the drudgery and despairity(I know it's not a word) of not having freedom to drive and walk or dance or slide away from a hip and leg that thinks it's in, it's own country.
Now my hip did give me a LOT of pain for the last few years so I thought I would teach it a lesson, LOL- kinda the slicer/dicer of late night tv dreams.
No, although in some "discomfort" as I heal...I am not now, or have taken any of the "strong" meds the Dr.'s love to prescribe. (Except when I was in the hospital for those hazy days)
I do take a Darvoset before I do my exercises so I can pretend that all those leg lifts and kicks don't really hurt.
I have found that I am an extremest as far as my PT is concerned. One day I go to it with vim and vigor and the next, I lie on the lovely ice bag in my reclining hospital bed.(Yes, I do my lying down PT, but none of the standing on that second day).
I will be honest about my recovery on here -as honest as I can. I say that because I have found that I lie to myself about all this. I tell myself stories about how tomorrow I will be walking in the garden and freely weeding my herb beds and that I will be taking line dancing classes with my friend Ann and that I will be walking strongly up and down the hill I live on (charmingly nicknamed, Suicide Hill).
OK-so none of that is happening yet...but I do believe that I will be doing these things soon.
I also lie to myself about avoiding doing my PT the way I should each day, telling myself the lie that everyone would be babying themselves as much as I am.
I tell myself that these weeks are truly my summer vacation and it is good for my psychological status to loll abed late in the morn. I have 4 weeks to complete my recovery so I have to be a wee bit more determined to complete all my PT each day.
Pray for me that I do.
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