Hip three and two

Hip three and two
Hip three (with screws) and hip two about to get a facelift

Monday, 19 March 2012

Day Six - Im going home tomorrow

It seems like weeks ago when in the middle of the night I was in agony, weeping into my pillow ( more like howling like a baby) in fact it was two nights ago. Like many stays in hospital, there's the day which everything seems to fall into a heap and everything is insurmountable.

Last time I was in hospital my special positive empowering 'you can push through this song was 'The dog days are over by Florence and the machine' I didn't listen to music much this stay but if you are coming into hospital for a while I recommend an iPod full of your most inspiring tracks.

Yesterday shortly after my slump, I managed to navigate my way around the corridor on crutches which is one of the functional goals you must achieve to head home. This left me with only re-learning stairs. My physio told me that I could go home on Wednesday morning.

Today I'm lying in bed in my civvies and running over the rehab requirements which are vital to walking properly again.

I trekked downstairs via the lift to pay my bill and returned exhausted 20 minutes later.

Some hip replacements are cemented in. I've had a bone graft which are little chips of bone from the bone bank that are packed around the titanium replacement, filling in the parts where your own bone has deteriorated. The hope is that the donated bone eventually intermingles with the old brittle bone and they become a united force.

Fortunately in the case of my previous hip replacement, my new donated bone and brittle bone forged a strong relationship and haven't looked back.

I smile when I think of surgeon Mr Peter Wilson. Once again he has given me the tools and strength to go home and recommence an amazing life with my kids, family, friends, art, study and career.

Will check in again from home after I'm settled in x

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