It's just shy of three weeks post op and I've made it through my first day without pain medication. This is a bit of a milestone. My day started with a glorious drop in from a good friend and set the pace for gratitude and happiness, great pain distractions in themselves. Yesterday girlfriends revamped my bedding which was starting to feel like an oil slick. Last night I enjoyed a glass of wine with neighbors and the resident possum joined us, at one stage biting Cato on the thong (not his jocks).
My affair with pain relief hasn't exactly gone to plan. While in hospital I spewed like a bourboned up teenager as staff tried to find the right relief. And it would seem I am one of those unfortunate souls who itch like a lice encrusted Kerobokan prisoner in reaction to Endone, the pain killer I take at night.
I have no rash, but the itching is pissing me off. It looks like the universe wants me to complete my healing on nothing more than Panadol osteo. Where's the fun in that?
Anyway that's enough whining. Tomorrow the children return home which will be great. Having a four year old with the energy of Bear Grylls will provide it's challenges and I steel myself for impact whenever she 's nearby.
I'm now walking with one crutch and am moving around the place with speed and can pick stuff off the floor by sticking my operated leg out behind me and holding onto something to steady myself. I can sit in normal low chairs including finally, my own couch without fearing my hip would pop out. Your body tells you when something feels dodgy.
The other day my 4 year old asked if I needed my 'crunches'. I laughed for ages. And from now on they shall be called mummy's crunches.
Hip three and two
Hip three (with screws) and hip two about to get a facelift
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