Yesterday, I did physical therapy in the morning then came home and changed before a friend picked me up to go to Miami for a follow up appointment with my surgeon. Normally the doctor wants to see patients after three weeks, but he’s going to be away so scheduled me earlier.
My physical therapist took new measurements for my range of motion and announced that I continue to improve. I’m so glad because the exercises are challenging and not without a degree of discomfort. I can tolerate anything as long as I know I’m achieving the desired results.
After the two hour drive, we parked and I had a longer walk than I’m used to through the parking garage and the medical arts building to the doctor’s office. I have to say that I’m pretty darned impressed with my own mobility and strength. This was really brought home to me when I saw a woman in the waiting room who was not doing anywhere nearly as well. Granted, she was about 12-15 years older but she had her surgery a week earlier than I did, yet she was hunched over her walker, leaning on it with most of her weight while she shuffled her feet forward. My heart went out to her.
The surgeon was very pleased. In fact, he beamed and hugged me. He said I’m a rock star and ahead of the marks on my mobility! He thinks the incision is healing great, too. (I agree!) We talked at length about the issues I have with severe pain in the middle of the night and how it is interrupting my sleep for two to three hours every night. He suggested I try a sleep aid at night to see if a deeper sleep would help me sleep through the pain. I’m not crazy about sleeping pills but I’m willing to try anything for a few days to see if it helps.
I know that the pain will decrease as the days go on. Last night was particularly hellish which is probably because I did a lot between PT, travel, and walking. I need to be patient, listen to my body, and take naps as needed.
All in all, however, it was a great progress report. I’m on my way, day by day.
So proud of you and excited for you! Onward!