I went in for surgery on Wednesday. My mom arrived here in Colorado that evening, just in time for my discharge from the hospital, after dealing with Hurricane Sandy back home in Maryland. I got her to take a couple of photos of me at the hospital, which, now I understand why she hesitated. I looked a wreck! But after being under general anesthesia for 4 hours and having cartilage and bone in my right hip pummeled into place, of course I looked a wreck.
I also talked non-stop from when I woke up until when I went to bed, close to 5 hours. Heaven!
Then my mom went home yesterday morning, she was just here for a couple days but it was enough to help me get into a moderately self-sufficient routine. I’m grateful to her for thinking of the little details (I have a shower bench and PowerBar water bottles strategically placed around my apartment), to my friends for taking me places, to RecoveryPump for helping my injured leg get some lymphatic drainage, and to myself for doing thousands of one-legged squats over the past several months. I’m so good at crutches!
5 1/2 weeks to go…