Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Pomp, Under the Circumstances

Guess what?  I graduated from hip rehab today!  We had cookies and I was awarded my celebratory t-shirt and sent on my way with hugs and promises to keep in touch.  It was a great day.

My hip is 90% better and that's great.  This graduation was pushed on us by my insurance company, but I'm still going to celebrate.  It's finally getting to the point where my injury isn't the number one topic on my mind, and I'm sure everyone who has had to interact with me for the last twenty months is thrilled about that.  Always talking about someone's torn ass muscles eventually gets old, I'm assuming.

Here's the new plan.  I can now get into the pool and walk in the shallow end and do exercises, but I won't be able to swim for six months.  I can do the treadmill at 2 miles an hour for ten minutes and the elliptical for five.  By now I'm an absolute champ on the stationary bike so I can do that for a half an hour, no problem.  When I'm walking or standing for longer than five minutes, I have to use a crutch or a cane, but I've been crutching around our neighborhood a couple of times a week, a mile at a time.  Progress is definitely being made.  It's unfortunately still slow as all get out, but I'll take it.

When I think about how awful things were right after my surgery, when I couldn't sit or walk for six weeks and had to lay in bed and slowly lose my mind (what mind?), I am proud of how far I've come.  It's still not perfect yet, but I have worked my ass off and it's better than it was.  The next time you hear that someone is in physical therapy for an injury, don't assume they're getting massages and icing their injuries like I did.  It's hard work, it's painful, it's expensive as all get out and the results (for me) were slow going.

I'm so grateful to Joe, my wonderful physical therapist, and everyone else at ATI in Tinley Park, IL.  Even though it was a pain in the ass (literally) to have to go in there so much, they made it a fun social occasion.  I'm going to miss going in there two or three times a week, although it'll be nice not to have someone rub my butt for a while.  The next time that happens it's not going to be on a table in a physical therapy office and I'm going to get dinner out of the deal first.

So yay for progress!  Thanks for sticking with me and for so much support, you guys. I'm looking forward to one day never mentioning the word HIP on here again, unless I'm talking about my mom's cool jeans.


Cooper claims he would have graduated six months ago, and he looks studious enough that I believe him.

4 comments:

  1. TheyCallMePathologicalJuly 3, 2012 at 8:05 PM

    I think I will leave the giant, medium and purse dog with the husband when I come visit you, hopefully, some time soon, so I can love up on Cooper, but I promise I won't try to eat his birthday cake!

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  2. Congratulations over and over again. I for one am extremely proud of you. Let the non-PT-related butt rubbing adventures begin.

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  3. Double Whopper with CheeseJuly 14, 2012 at 5:14 PM

    I'm here when you need me.

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  4. I definitely read that as "hip hop rehab"

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