Friday, January 31, 2020
Yesterday, following a visit to my hip surgeon, I returned home, after spending a week at my dad's house. I always enjoy being there....getting away from a difficult marriage and my tiny, cramped house, and visiting with my dad who is my hero.... He is 80 and still very strong...carried in my packed suitcases and groceries and laundry with ease. But yet, he is showing signs of aging. He is almost deaf and suffers from an ailing memory. He can be querulous and argumentative but considering what I live with here in my home, it is not a big deal....I don't engage him in arguments and the moment passes and dad moves on to other topics.
But the visit to the surgeon was unsettling. I thought I was being silly....I've had both hips replaced and my left one has been done and redone maybe 4 times. Lately I've had pain and noticed when I walk that the hip prosthesis has been squeaking. The doctor wants me to have a special kind of CT scan that will be able to see INTO the hip hardware and see whether or not the metal ball in the joint might have worn through the rubber cuff it is encased in. If it has, that means I will need yet another surgery. And following that surgery I have two or more joint replacement surgeries that are pressing. It's going to be a hard year.
The good news is that I fit into a Women's size 14 pants!! that is down from a 2x! I have lost 43 lbs so far. I so much wish I was able to exercise or even just to go outside and walk. But I am grateful that, thus far, i have been able to even walk across my tiny bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom. Although, sometimes even that is a painful challenge.
I have missed our kitty while I was at dad's...I found her in my room on my recliner when I got home last night. And right now she is snuggled on my lap. And I am home.