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hip_hoorayI have had my morose morning.
I hate that it feels like I'm losing ground on walking correctly, what with only one PT appointment this whole week at home. However, we're asking if we can get more, since I really do need the coaching on proper walk. I suspect what happened is that yet again, I've been put into the hopper of "the usual recuperation and PT path following hip replacement," and they don't realize I need extra help with getting this walking thing correct. ("No, really. The last time I walked normally, I was five years old. I don't remember how to do it. I've been walking with a messed-up hip joint for 43 years, compensating, and I really do need help learning to walk properly now.") I'll just have to keep insisting until they understand it, I guess.
The visiting nurse came at noon, and I talked to her a little about this stuff, and about the fact that OT hasn't phoned to set up an appointment yet, and she's put in a note to headquarters to see if they can poke OT and get them the heck out here. (I mean, I'll have been at home a whole week on Saturday. Isn't the point of OT to make sure that I can safely function with home and work tasks? I'd like to get that stuff taken care of so I can get on with things.)
Coumadin level was a little low, so walking is even more important (to prevent blood clots). Blood pressure a little high, but the high pain levels probably account for a bunch of that. (I want the pain to abate. I really really really do. In the meantime, pain meds help. I hate taking pain meds, but they do help.)
I did some walking with the walker. Got some stuff out of the refrigerator for lunch, which Daniel then fixed for me, as I needed to lie down again. But it was something. I also sat up for a while this morning in the wheelchair, and wheeled about the house some.
I am fierce. I want my walking to get better. I want expert PT coaching on how to bend my knees to prevent the lurching from side to side. I want improvement.
To that end, I'm doing my exercises as directed. The home PT guy crossed off three of the ones the transitional PT people had me doing, saying I wasn't ready for them yet. Not sure WTF is up with that, but OK. He said walking itself will do some of that. So. I gonna walk two laps around the inside of the house at least twice a day, cussing optional. And I gonna do my exercises. Cussing optional there, too. I do find that yelling or making noise does help, if only because it keeps me from holding my breath.
Anyhow, progress, I guess. At least I am fierce and not so morose this afternoon. Though I am told by reliable authorities that it's important to let the morose and the other emotional stuff out, too. (I just ask please, if I am in a morose mood or a fit of sadness or feeling discouraged, please know me and trust me enough to know that I am not giving up. I'm not the giving up kind, you know what I mean?)
Might be that I should make a post about the morose and sad stuff. It's a topic all its own, probably. Oh, and I should also tell you about my two new snail sculptures, which have brought much joy to snailsville here.
OK. Onward.
I hate that it feels like I'm losing ground on walking correctly, what with only one PT appointment this whole week at home. However, we're asking if we can get more, since I really do need the coaching on proper walk. I suspect what happened is that yet again, I've been put into the hopper of "the usual recuperation and PT path following hip replacement," and they don't realize I need extra help with getting this walking thing correct. ("No, really. The last time I walked normally, I was five years old. I don't remember how to do it. I've been walking with a messed-up hip joint for 43 years, compensating, and I really do need help learning to walk properly now.") I'll just have to keep insisting until they understand it, I guess.
The visiting nurse came at noon, and I talked to her a little about this stuff, and about the fact that OT hasn't phoned to set up an appointment yet, and she's put in a note to headquarters to see if they can poke OT and get them the heck out here. (I mean, I'll have been at home a whole week on Saturday. Isn't the point of OT to make sure that I can safely function with home and work tasks? I'd like to get that stuff taken care of so I can get on with things.)
Coumadin level was a little low, so walking is even more important (to prevent blood clots). Blood pressure a little high, but the high pain levels probably account for a bunch of that. (I want the pain to abate. I really really really do. In the meantime, pain meds help. I hate taking pain meds, but they do help.)
I did some walking with the walker. Got some stuff out of the refrigerator for lunch, which Daniel then fixed for me, as I needed to lie down again. But it was something. I also sat up for a while this morning in the wheelchair, and wheeled about the house some.
I am fierce. I want my walking to get better. I want expert PT coaching on how to bend my knees to prevent the lurching from side to side. I want improvement.
To that end, I'm doing my exercises as directed. The home PT guy crossed off three of the ones the transitional PT people had me doing, saying I wasn't ready for them yet. Not sure WTF is up with that, but OK. He said walking itself will do some of that. So. I gonna walk two laps around the inside of the house at least twice a day, cussing optional. And I gonna do my exercises. Cussing optional there, too. I do find that yelling or making noise does help, if only because it keeps me from holding my breath.
Anyhow, progress, I guess. At least I am fierce and not so morose this afternoon. Though I am told by reliable authorities that it's important to let the morose and the other emotional stuff out, too. (I just ask please, if I am in a morose mood or a fit of sadness or feeling discouraged, please know me and trust me enough to know that I am not giving up. I'm not the giving up kind, you know what I mean?)
Might be that I should make a post about the morose and sad stuff. It's a topic all its own, probably. Oh, and I should also tell you about my two new snail sculptures, which have brought much joy to snailsville here.
OK. Onward.
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Date: 2009-08-07 02:43 am (UTC)Today I looked for a thing for you, but they did not appear to have it. Here is what I wanted, so maybe you can smile at the idea at least: the Montreal Canadiens hockey team are known by the nickname "the Habs." I was hoping I could find something with "Habs" on it instead of the official logo or "Canadiens." And then you could have a good laugh about being part of a whole team doing hab instead of rehab, and then if you didn't have any further use for it, you could pass it along to someone who would. But alas, they are apparently feeling formal.
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