The little victories in life can sometimes be the most sweet. If that's the case, then my life is double sugar coated with a chocolate shell right now. On Wednesday, I had an appointment with the hip surgeon and now I can officially sit!!
I can't even tell you how wonderful it is. It seems like such a crazy thing to celebrate because I know I never gave a second thought about sitting before, but when I sat down at the reception desk to make my next appointment, I seriously had tears in my eyes. (Yes, there is a small chance I am also a drama queen, which I'm sure shocks no one.)
My hip is healing great. I'm cleared to ride an exercise bike with no resistance and to walk on a treadmill at ONE MILE AN HOUR while holding on to the sides. This makes rehab three times a week a lot more exciting. For the last six weeks, my exercises have been stuff like squeezing my butt cheeks together and wiggling my toes, so now I feel like an Olympic athlete.
I also moved to only using one crutch. Putting weight on my right leg is hilarious because it is so weak from not using it. I feel like I got a leg transplant from an eight year old or something. I'm still a little shaky on my feet but that's no big deal because I can always SIT DOWN and rest for a few minutes. Ahh, precious precious sitting, how I missed thee.
Driving is still out for six weeks or more, so that's kind of a bummer, but it feels so great to be able to make my own breakfast and eat it at the kitchen table instead of lying flat in bed. Little victories, I've had a bunch of them in the last two days and that feels great.
Oh, also, the weather gods apparently love me a lot.
We finally got snow on Thursday, one day after I got one crutch removed from my life. This is super late in the year for Chicago to have measurable snow, and I am convinced it's all because of me. The weather gods knew that I'd fall on my butt again with any kind of added challenge and waited until I could move around a little better before dumping it on us. You're welcome, other Chicagoans.
