It's good to be home

The past week has felt like the slowest week in history- at times I would check my watch after what felt like hours to see that only a mere 15mins had passed. But on the other hand when thinking about my surgery it seems like this past week has flown and that I was only getting wheeled into theatre a day or two ago. I guess that is what happens when you are confined to a hospital room - days and nights merge together and the conventional measures of time loose their meaning. Hours and minutes are replaced by the time between the arrival of a meal, a visit from a doctor/specialist, or a nurse dispensing medication.

Since my last post I was moved into my own private room and started to become more independent with my care. I progressed slowly from moving with a pick up frame to using 2 forearm crutches. A short trip to the toilet and back still felt like a marathon and I continued to spend most of my day lying in bed. The physiotherapist visited each day and took me further, encouraging me to mimic a normal walking pattern but with a limit of 20% of my body weight through my right leg. The physiotherapists have also continued to place me on the CPM machine each day to help keep my hip joint moving.

Things I usually take for granted- such as having a shower, became my daily highlight. Surprisingly I have quite enjoyed sitting for my showers, but despite this I cannot see myself making it common practice going forwards!!

On Tuesday I was discharged from hospital and returned home. I say this after every holiday or night away from home but never with such conviction as now- Wow I do love my own bed!! I napped for 3 hours once home and was excited to spend time amongst the craziness that life is with a 3 and a 5 year old. I know it is going to be hard to be on the "side lines" of parenting for a while, listening to my husband deal with the madness of bedtime while I lay down feeling guilty, but I know it will not be forever. The key is to enjoy this down time- well as much as possible, because it will not be too long before life has picked back up where it left off and I will be reminiscing about the days where the hardest decision I had to make was what to watch on Netflix.