I have good news to report: my 6 week post-op appointment went well and I’m officially off my movement restrictions! Ok, most of them – I can’t run for a year, and I can’t jump (plyometrics, etc.) for 6 months – but I am free to twist and bend more than 90 degrees! Yay! Definitely worthy of a low-impact happy dance.
I celebrated my newfound lack of limits by bending….drum roll please…95 degrees. Yeah. That was a bit of a surprise – to me, anyway. My doctor said that was what he expected. I, however, was expecting to do a celebratory toe touch, so I was dismayed to find out that just because I’m allowed to bend any which way doesn’t mean I can. Apparently the doctor put me back together “pretty tight” in order to hold everything in place. Hence the big ole’ 95 degree bend. For now.
The doctor’s assistant, who I saw first, was completely unimpressed with The Saddlebag. Said it was just swelling, was totally normal and would probably go away. I’m not particularly thrilled with her use of the word “probably”, but I guess we’ll just wait and see (doh, that whole patience thing again! I hate that). And she said that the numbness in parts of my leg was normal too. Actually, her exact words were, “well we had to really torque your leg hard to dislocate it during surgery, so stuff like that happens.” This is the same woman who reminded me at my last appointment that they had beat the crap out of me during surgery. You can’t fault her honesty, ya gotta give her that.
The only thing that was at all problematic (and I use the word lightly because they didn’t seem too worried) was my difficulty doing front leg lifts and the fact that I still have a limp. So, I start physical therapy next week. I know it’s going to be unpleasant (read: painful), but I’m really looking forward to it. I’ll get the tools I need to get my flexibility and strength back, so the pain will be worth it. Remind me that I said that next week when I’m whining…
Today I went to my first spinning class since surgery and it felt great. I limped in there and limped out, but when I was on the bike I looked totally normal (well, as normal as I can get). It was awesome. And I discovered just how out of shape a person can get in 6 weeks. Normally I have to kill myself to get into an anaerobic zone, but today all I had to do was put my feet on the pedals and I was immediately red-faced, sweaty and breathing like Darth Vader. Humbling, yes, but just so lovely to be there again.
I had a teensy revelation today, too: as tempting as it is to get all boo hooey and start printing invitations to my very own pity party every time a race comes around that I can’t do, I can use these races as a chance to give back. Races need tons of volunteers or they couldn’t happen, and I have been helped and encouraged by so many wonderful race volunteers over the years. I’ve never once volunteered myself, just sucked off the goodwill of others. Well that changes now. I’ve run 29 marathons, so the way I see it, volunteering at 29 races is a good goal. Don’t know if it’s reasonable to get them all in this season, but I will absolutely do it. I can’t believe this only just now occurred to me. Giving back with a thankful heart instead of selfishly feeling sorry for myself. It’s just a better way to be.
So there you go, folks. That’s this week’s update. I’m thinking I’ll do another post in the future that’s a kind of “this is what I learned in my hip surgery experience” thing, and I’ll do a few random updates on my progress, but the posts will not be coming weekly from now on. Because my hip is just not that interesting anymore. And I have things to do.
Starting with that happy dance…