I’m 16 days post-op….not even three weeks. I had high expectations for my recovery, but I’ve surpassed them. I’m sure a lot of credit must go to my surgeon. His “minimally invasive” approach, whatever that actually means, left me quite functional since the day after surgery.
Today I went to my Thursday morning knitting group. Then I bagged an hour of physical therapy. I stopped in at the library. Came home and took a nap. This evening I went grocery shopping. It’s a normal full day…I could do something else right now if I wanted to.
I’m on minimal pain meds….a vicodin at night still mostly to make sure I sleep….and I do! One tramadol and a Celebrex in the morning to take the edge off. A couple of Tylenol in the afternoon and evening. That’s it. I’ll probably try dropping the vicodin next week.
I did a no-no today. I used the restroom at Biggbys, which is NOT a handicapped stall and doesn’t have a higher than usual toilet. Supposedly this breaks the 90 degree rule, which actually I’ve broken a number of times inadvertently. This is the first time I did it intentionally. The earth did not open and swallow me up. Lightning bolts did not fly down from the sky. I did not dislocate my hip.
I don’t know if my doctor would fire me for this. I don’t know if he would demand that I give back my new hip since I don’t deserve it. I will be seeing the PA on Monday for my three-week check-up, and I don’t know if I will even mention it. I’m not saying I was right to do this, but I’m not saying I was wrong either. The “restrictions” are generally given to all patients, regardless of individual circumstances. They make perfectly good sense, and in many cases are very necessary. I could not have done this the first week out, but it was becoming very clear during the second week that six weeks of these restrictions are probably not necessary in my case.
I’m sure there are many people who need the restrictions even longer. Everyone is different. Doctors can’t observe us all daily, so some standardization is logical. And there is the CYA defense…..if I do dislocate my hip next week, it won’t be the surgeon’s fault, will it?
At any rate, here I am….using the best common sense I can muster up. I’m getting plenty of rest; nothing I do is causing me pain; if I break the rules it’s very sparingly. I seem to be blessed with a body that heals quickly and efficiently. Every day is a new day, and I can accomplish new things. How can this be wrong?