I am not happy to announce that, in today’s Times, there is an advertisement for a construction toy “The most amazing Xmas gift for your child.” No, really. It’s not right or proper.
Since hardly anyone reads blogs on a Saturday (Dave reckons it’s Sunday, but I find that I get more readers on Sun than on Sat) I will update my hiplog – I realise I’m doing this to death and I apologise but it’s an easy way to make notes for myself.
In the last week, I’ve graduated to using a step to get into the bath and standing, to getting in without the step and sitting on the edge (with a towel underneath, it’s chilly else), to kneeling in the bath to, last night, with great happiness, sitting properly in the bath like a Christian, splashing happily. I quite naturally seemed to know when I wasn’t ready to progress to each stage and then when I was. To get out, I drew up my unoperated leg underneath me, put one hand on the rim of the bath and the other on its bottom, went up to a kneeling and then a standing position before stepping out.
As I said, that was last night, but yesterday morning, I got up a bit late. I was awake, but the Sage wasn’t, so I was happily playing games on my phone until I realised I only had 20 minutes before I needed to be out of the house. Time was, 10 minutes was ample but now I need to put a face on and a breakfast in, and then I couldn’t find my handbag, so I was 4 minutes late leaving. So I ran down the drive. Yes, darlings, I ran. And it didn’t hurt. I haven’t run without pain and lurching to a stop after a few steps for at least 3 years.
I was extremely puffed out by the time I’d run 100 yards, I admit. Still.
The other thing I’ve graduated to in the past week is sleeping on my side. The operated side only, I’m not risking the other until I get the all clear from the consultant, and it wakes me up every half-hour or so, but I’d got to the stage where my back was aching beyond sleeping through, and it is improving. Usually, I can just lie on my back for a few minutes, then return to my side and go back to sleep. I’m not getting a lot of sleep, but I am resting and not getting up early unless I have to, and I’ll catch up sooner or later.
Colour is returning to the membrane of my eye (I have been taking an iron supplement too) and I don’t take an afternoon nap. I can dress without using a grabber, but I still need a sock aid for my right sock or for tights.
Yesterday afternoon, I picked up Squiffany from school and we played board and card games, which had me sitting in a lower chair than usual – this was fine for a while and then suddenly it hurt. The Sage went and got me my high cushion and it was all right then.
The operation was 6 weeks ago yesterday. A friend of mine had her second hip operated on on Monday and we’ve been exchanging emails today, she having returned home on Thursday. She had her first hip done when she was 58, 6 years ago, and she says that she feels noticeably more tired this time round. She doesn’t consciously feel 6 years older, but her body says she is! She says she can get around very well, but feels breathless after a while and has to stop and sit down. I’ll be seeing her in a couple of weeks, when I’ll take her to a meeting in Bury St Edmunds, so we’ll compare notes then.