September 16th, 2011

"Cane" and "Able"

The Nurse Practioner who looked at my leg today seemed very pleased.  Swelling has been reduced dramatically and there is no sign of infection.  I seem to have been given clearance for unlimited activity.  The Occupational Therapist and Bath Aid have allowed themselves to be dismissed.  The Physical Therapist, R., seems almost ecstatic over my progress.  I am on Coumadin for another two weeds, then i will probably be on my own.  Recovery will continue to be gradual, but, i think, relatively painless.  I am no longer using a walker and am relying soley on my cane to get around.  Collapse )
When an orthopaedic surgeon told me i should use a cane, it was like suffering a small death.  I was already being asked if i "wanted the senior citizens discount" and my sexual capacity had disappeared; now i was told my mobility would be limited.  Limitation became the by word of my existence.  Eventually, i would be unable to walk at all, have my right hip replaced, partially recover (as Dianne's  mobility continued to decline), then have the left hip begin to deteriorate, go back on the walker, become unable to walk and then have my left hip replaced.  Now i am using the cane again, and it feels like a ressurection,   And it is the same  cane, just five years laterCollapse )Collapse )