This was the week that marked my return to (semi) independence. 1.) My parents were leaving for Virgina for a week to visit my brother. 2.) I was going back to work part time. I was stuck tying my shoes all by myself. We joked that I could probably pay the neighbor kid next door to come over and tie my shoes every morning, but I managed okay by myself. I still couldn't bend down to do it, but I could bring my foot up on my opposite leg. It was nice to be on my own for a while. I very slowly navigated around the grocery store one afternoon. It felt weird to be out in public and be moving so slowly. Some people gave me funny looks; I needed a sign on my back that stated I just had surgery.
In the middle of the week, I was dog sitting for my brother's little 5 pound dog. He was fun to have around because he was so easy to handle and I could actually take him for a walk and not worry about being pulled over. We decided to try and make it around the block (approximately a half mile). Toward the end I was dragging pretty badly. My leg was just really tired and I was starting to get some pain in the joint. Getting back to the house seemed so far away! When I got home I iced it and took some ibuprofen and all seemed fine an hour later. A few days later I was able to walk a half of a mile with no problems. My walk schedule this week looked like this:
Monday: 1.5 miles (last walk on crutches)
Wednesday: 1/2 of a mile (dog walk)
Friday: 1/2 of a mile
Saturday: 1/2 of a mile
Sunday: 7/10 of a mile
Sleeping was getting a lot easier. My movements in bed were almost totally pain free and I could sleep on the operated side with only a little bit of weird feeling. I am still sleeping with a pillow between my legs; I'll probably continue to do that as a precaution for a while.
|Hanging with the little guy on a nice day.|