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.

Monday, July 2, 2012

Dog Days of Thunder

Here's one thing they don't tell you about suburban living: Independence Day apparently starts the last week of June and extends far into the month of July.  My neighborhood sounds like a war zone.  There's a wooded park behind me and explosions are heard at all hours of the day and night.  This would be fine by me if not for my poor mentally ill little pooch.  

In the past, we got through the 4th of July with Benadryl, the Thundershirt, soothing music played loudly in the background, windows tightly closed and the air conditioning blasting.  This year, it's already so much worse than it's ever been before, and Coop's vet prescribed him some tranquilizers.

The pills work great but they do turn my puppy into a slobbering zombie who stumbles going up the stairs.  I also feel like I have to stay here with him when he's on them, as honestly I can see him falling while drunk, just like his owner.

So I have a lot of time on my hands.  I decided to show you guys the hard work my lovely sister and roommate, Kerry, has done in our yard.

Here's the creek.  Doesn't it look inviting?  Come on over and have a swim, especially if you're a superhero who requires a toxic bath to maintain your super powers!

And here's the fence my dad built with his 50 year old friend who calls him "Dad."  (There are no words, really.  This is just the type of weird stuff that happens to my family.

Now the front yard.

And my favorite housewarming gift from Patty.

Remember when I wanted to grow a garden so so bad?  We have tomatoes, or maybe peppers, growing on our driveway.

Yay for mystery fruit or vegetables!

I am not sure why these pictures look kind of hazy.  It is VERY hot here so I will blame it on that.

My ADD is out of control today so coming up with a good segue is really hard.  Here is my darling cousin with President Obama.

He doesn't know that she sends supernaturally threatening letters in the mail.  He also doesn't know that we went to see "Magic Mike" last weekend and are extremely impressed with Channing Tatum's ass, er, acting.  

That's about all I've got for today.  Stay tuned for a special schmaltzy post tomorrow because I am FINALLY graduating from rehab!!!!