11 days after surgery

I’m  loving the spring weather we’re getting – particularly because I can get outside and enjoy it. I feel amazed by the fact that I can already walk very comfortably on the crutches.  I even managed a walk around the block with Oliver yesterday (a two year old seemed like a compatible pace – of course once he decided to make a bolt for it there was no way I could catch him so maybe it wasn’t the best decision ever).

I can now shower, get in and out of bed relatively easily, and have started to hobble slowly using no crutches around the bathroom or kitchen.  I have a weird swaying motion and its very slow but hey, I can make a cup of tea and carry it to the table to drink it sitting down instead of standing by the kettle. 

I am still living on four hourly pain medication of acetaminophen and oxycodone which makes me happy and mobile, sleepy, mellow, then grumpy, irritable and increasingly fidgety as I cycle through to the next dose.  I try to time phone calls, activities with the children and going to bed at the right times in the cycle.  (I imagine my family is working out when to be near and when to avoid me too).  Having said this, most of the time there is remarkably little pain when I think that just 11 days ago Dr Davidovitch was sawing off the top of my thigh bone.