Well, went for my first follow up visit and got that super sticky hugeass bandage removed and that should replace waterboarding for torture. I ran out of the real stuff to confess and started fabricating stuff and, thankfully, he finished before I got to the grassy knoll.
He is pretty impressed with my progress and ability to stand on my own and I have been downright fanatical about the PT. My goal is to be on the cane by Monday, two weeks after the surgery, and I will get there if not earlier. My PT worked with me yesterday on the cane and she was really impressed.
From the "Life's Lessons Never Stop" book comes another chapter for yours truly. I was getting pretty down about this operation as I fight tooth and nail not to be my age and the words "hip replacement" were a shot to the heart, not to mention, ego. I played that "why me"? card and started to feel sorry for myself. And that turned to anger. The "why me" wasn't a question, it was a shout.
After two nights in the hospital, talking with the nurses and therapists, I began to realize how lucky I was. I am actually on the younger end of the demo for having this done but the real luck is how the rest of my health is compared to what some others have to endure along with a new hip. My PT that comes to the house really set my perspective right with what some of her other patients have to go through.
Once again, I find myself disappointed in me that I let it slip into that but then proud that I was smart enough to not close my mind and let some others send some thoughts in there to influence my thinking and state of mind.
Life's Lessons just don't stop, unless one closes their mind or thinks they have all of the answers. Leaving that possibility, too often a probability, that what I am feeling or thinking might just be wrong allows me to take turns not backtrack and the road goes on forever and the party never ends. But my road might be a tad windier than some others'. But, I am lucky, I learned to forgive myself for being wrong.