It’s been almost four weeks since my surgery and according to my doctor, I’m healing nicely. He said that I’m to continue doing what I’ve been doing. Keep walking to a minimum, elevation and ice in the afternoon. I still can’t make my normal ten hour work days, but I hang in there for eight hours. I figure that’s pretty good, longer than some.
Bonus – I haven’t fallen for two weeks since I had a twofer in two days. That’s what I’m worried about. I know me too well. Grace is not my middle name. I can find more unique ways to cause injury to my body than the average person.
The dogs are getting more comfortable around my crutches too and that is a big cause for concern. Both have decided that the gap between the crutch and my body offers a great pass through, kind of like walking under a ladder. The only bad luck is mine, they won’t get hurt, but I will. They don’t care, they’ve seen me fall down before and it’s a great source of entertainment for them. I’ve seen them laughing at me.
The doctor has given me a monster sized black walking boot to try to minimize my use of the crutches. It took me four days to be able to shed the crutches and just use the Frankenstein boot. It’s big and clunky but now I can walk and carry a cup of coffee at the same time. WooHoo!
Things are looking optimistic, I can maneuver around better, help Mitch more and have a lot more freedom. So what’s the problem? I know me well. Now that I have more mobility, I know that it’s just a matter of time before I do something stupid, reach for something too high, turn too fast or get tripped up by the dogs and then it’s CRASH! I’m not being a pessimist, I’m actually being a realist, I just know me too well.
If you don’t believe me, ask Mitch, he’s walking around watching my every move, car keys close at hand waiting for the trip to the emergency room.
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pace yourself — recovering from surgery takes time – and hard as it is — this is one case where following Dr’s orders makes sense. Good luck!
Tripping the human is one of a dog’s primary functions, even when the human isn’t on crutches!
You’re absolutely right and mine excel at tripping me.
Don’t get me wrong, Susan – but since you reckon ‘when’ and not ‘if’ you’ll fall – how about a helmet – a bicycle helmet at least.
Mitch has suggested that. The fact that I’m still alive is a testament to my hard head and strong bones. Oh and sheer dumb luck.
Good that he is around to help you and take care of various things. Still, it is better to be careful and aware for a speedier recovery. Good luck to you
Yes he is definitely my hero. This would be much more difficult without him.