I like Jer’s categorization: “heroic!”
But really, except for a body that keeps wanting to sleep and ridiculous instructions about what not to do with the surged leg, this hip replacement feels like getting off easy.
I have no energy, so no photos today. But my camera is within reach of my exercising space, so some will appear. I even photographed the computer set-up at St. V’s which was rather classy. But even with electronic instrumentation, they still count your pulse with their fingers.
I’m up and around with that ugly appliance, the wheeled walker, hanging onto my attendant grabber because I’m not supposed to bend more than 90 degrees forward. This means I get to throw the Sunday papers on the floor and Jer picks them up. And today after I did a bit of acrylic ink on rice paper for a token artistic stint, I managed to drip acrylic ink on the floor [well, I was on the way to the sink, with the walker and the slop jar, and a rag and three paint brushes]. I had to call Jer down from Wikipedia to clean up the ink, figuring that that was better than tracking it with the walker wheels all round the house.
Our first floor makes a lovely exercise space, round and round, through at least three doors and various places to turn circles. And the light furniture that torments our visitors turns out to be very handy when one need to get through a tight space. The grabber is also a good pusher of wicker chairs. I made my own breakfast this morning and ate it while reading the Times at the table, but by noon, my lovely friend and companion and nurse made me a fine veggie plate and brought it to my bed. So you see, I vacillate between lassitude and energy and it feels very good to do so. Great excuse for lying about; “heroic” when I play with my paints.
More, perhaps tomorrow, if my brain and body agree that the computer will be fun. –June