I was a bit disconcerted this morning. Breakfast arrived and I carefully sat up, took two small nibbles of toast and felt hot, faint, sick and dizzy. I hastily lowered the bed back down and rang for a bowl (sorry), taking the view that it might not be needed but I’d better have it. I stuck my good leg out and asked the nurse to open the window.
It passed, and I did eat, and after another half hour, knowing I was going to get up, I spent some time gradually raising the back of the bed and slowly sitting up. This worked and I didn’t feel faint again.
Weeza came to see me and found me all cheery and animated. A few minutes later, a nurse came to give me a bowl of water to wash myself, and Weeza kindly washed and dried my back. Then the physiotherapist came and helped me out of bed and I was able to walk into the corridor using a frame, and back again. When I was back in bed, the Sage and Ro arrived.
This afternoon, I’ve walked with two sticks and tomorrow I will go further. Most people don’t get on to sticks until the third day, so doing it on day one is good. If all is well, I should tackle stairs on Monday and maybe go home in the afternoon. I feel so much less helpless now I’ve been up, and generally more mobile. I have to be very careful not to twist around and to keep my legs apart, which I suspect will be hard to remember once I’m more recovered but, knowing more than I want to about dislocation, I do appreciate how careful I must be.
It’s misty and dull out. A winter operation is much better than a summer one, where you might miss fine weather. After all, we don’t always get much of it.
I didn’t mention that Dilly picked up our seed order on Tuesday. By the time I’m getting out and about better, it’ll be time to start thinking of sowing seeds.