This is not a stealth cane. You can hear me coming from a mile away. I’m a bit of a clomper, & it seems to clomp even more than I do. In addition to clomping, I plop. If there’s a surface upon which to settle my bum I do a sort of free fall into it.
I didn’t always maneuver my body in this manner. Back when my shoulder was healthy I could gently lower myself to a sitting position. If my hip had also been healthy I could have lowered myself even with the wonky shoulder. But, with the shoulder & the hip, it was plop city. I know that our downstairs neighbors were so glad when we moved out of our apartment two years ago.
Today, as I was at work (having already completed 3 weeks of work in a day and a half), I had a piercing thought: I didn’t really know when I walked into the Evendale Medical Center and sat up on the bed in pre-op that I would never feel that peculiar burning, throbbing pain again. I climbed awkwardly upon that bed, swung my legs up onto it, and that’s the last time my hip hurt in that way.
Not that I’m pain free now. The eight & a half inch scar apparently will take some time to heal. And I’m doing all these exercises which, you know, can make you sore if you haven’t been working out (hint: I haven’t been working out). So my entire body aches at various points during the day.
But not that one searing, jabbing, can-I-just-sit-down-now pain. That one’s gone.
Can I have an amen?