Hiphop2 +21. Three weeks in. One week to go to crutch removal, so to speak. Slightly better night’s sleep helped by being knackered. Listening to podcasts helps. I know they must get me back to sleep as I don’t think I’ve heard the end of any of them. Started listening to TMS in the run up to the Ashes on Friday. Last night’s was particularly boring as they just wheeled some commentators in, including Tuffers fresh off the plane, to talk about how lovely a place Perth is and the fact that England Captain Ben Stokes (Stokesey) was seen playing golf doesn’t mean the side isn’t completely focussed on winning. The TMS team is expert at chatting for hours about nothing but that almost made me switch off. As it is I nodded off which I guess was the whole point of listening. The cricket starts at one thirty am on Friday. If I am awake I’ll tune in but otherwise twirly man twirly.
Back in the snug. It’s a more comfortable seat than the church pew in the kitchen. Quite a bit earlier than yesterday as there is no evidence of kids on their way to school and not much traffic. Yet. Ironically the end of the pew is everyone’s fave place to sit at the kitchen table. A seat bedded in over hundreds of years by faithful backsides. Just not enough padding for my current requirements. I also occasionally sit on the stool next to the butcher’s block. Sometimes have lunch there. Easier for me to put stuff out there than to carry it to the table when using crutches as I can reach the fridge, the sink and the cooker without having to move much.
The guys and gals from the metoffice tell me it is going to rain for most of today. This might put the mockers on the idea of another walk. Will have to see. Bit dodge trusting a wet pavement covered in leaves. I’m making excuses here. Walking is good. I still have to negotiate the wet deck en route to the shed. V slippy.
Three weeks in from hiphop2 I do feel as if life is starting to get back to normal, ish, notwithstanding the crutches and the sleeping on the back. Feel less of a need to eat comfort food. Although last night’s fishfinger sandwich might be put in the comfort food category all I had was two fingers and one slice of bread and butter. Felt too full to have anything more substantial so I didn’t.
It used to be, I think, that you were expected to walk straight away after a hip replacement without the need for crutches. This might have been in the days when they cemented the new hip into the thighbone. Nowadays they just bang it in with a hammer and let the bone knit with the metal spike over time. The crutches are there to help keep the weight off the leg whilst metal and bone are getting to like each other. Sorry if I’m going on a bit here but this is my diary and it does reflect my life at the time it was written.
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All this inactivity does make me realise how important it is to get off your bum and do stuff. In all fairness to me, pre hiphop2 I was doing a lot of swimming and also dividing my time between shed, kitchen and workshop. Need to get a second stool to leave permanently in the latter instead of having to move it back and forth from the kitchen which is impractical when using crutches.