Post Op Day 1. Really day two but then I don't get to be the boss of everything.

Tuesday December 19th

It was an interesting night. I slept like a baby. I did have to sleep on my back.(Something that I have to get used to doing) Every time the pumpy things went on, I felt like I was fighting Tucker. I was feeling pretty good by morning. I must say that everyone is very cherry in the A.M.



I was greeted with way too much energy. I was able to roust myself enough to say good morning. The first task of the day was a walk. Repeat of the same process. It felt so so good to be out of bed. A bit of a struggle getting up. The old muscles around the new hip were a bit reluctant. They simply do not cooperate the first day or so. So I am told. Fine, I will drag that old dead leg out of bed and down the hall.

It feels so good to get up and start to walk even with all the friends that are coming with me, The IV with my friend the drug dealer, the drain, a catheter bag. I don't have a picture to share so you must use your imagination. It was not a pretty sight. My hair was in great form.....

Out of my room, down the hall to the nurse's station and back. I went back to the room and Sue wrote 60 on my board for everyone to see. It was a very proud moment. More exercises and reminder that I could not put my hip at more than 90 degrees for 90 days, like I can even move my leg 2 degrees but then I listen with great concentration.....right......

Some quiet time, some napping, then Valerie comes in. She is the occupational therapist. Short spikie hair, mean disposition. She is there to wean me away from tall the dilly dally devises that the hospital provideds to make it easier to get around. This is the tough love session. No side rails, no bed that moves up and down, no high bed. Just jump out and start marching. I just kept hitting my "friend" and trying not to worry about what SHE had to say. "Out of bed" up no bending, no stopping........ Now lets learn to get dressed. Now lets see, I have a drain on one side, two IV's and a catheter bag. You are right. Putting on pants seems like a laudable goal.

Then more resting and in comes Ms. PT..... more exercises, more walking. Life is good. Now to sleepy land.