So it’s been two weeks since my labral hip repair surgery, and hopefully — knock on wood — it’s my last surgery for a very long time! It’s been a really interesting two weeks for me, and I’ve had many friends and readers ask me how I’m doing. So here’s my two-week check-up with ya guys to fill you in on how I’m doing… and how I’m feeling…
The days leading up to the surgery were a little rocky. Just my luck, my surgery happened to fall the same week that the East Coast was due for a major snow storm…the storm projected to dump two feet of snow the day after my surgery. Long story short, my surgery was delayed almost 10 hours until we were able to guarantee that I wouldn’t get stuck in the snow afterward. In the long run, this wasn’t a big deal, I just couldn’t eat in all that time, and had stopped eating the afternoon before — I was not a happy camper lol!
The surgery went really well! It only lasted three hours, and my doctor was able to make his repairs without any problems. More importantly, I woke up without pain, and I even asked if my surgeon really did anything. I felt that good. But I spoke too soon…
The next couple of days were brutal! You’d think that after breaking my legs six times, having external fixators, having to learn how to walk again (multiple times), the recovery from this latest surgery would be a ‘walk in the park’. To my surprise, it wasn’t. It was almost as painful, if not more, than all the other surgeries I’ve had.
Sometimes I struggle with having to keep a brave face, saying all is good, staying strong and positive, but then I’m not showing people how difficult of a time I’m really having.
Brave Face: God is good, I’m recovering great, I’m gonna ‘keep on keeping on’…
Real Face: God is still good, I’m recovering great, I’m in pain, It hurts, I’m bored stuck in a hospital bed, I’m ready to be done, I’ve lost muscle and can’t lift my leg, I’m frustrated, I just spent a year and a half getting through major surgery, I feel like I took 20 steps back. I’m ready to be done!
Long story short, I’m blessed, I’m healing, but I’m tired. I’m still not able to walk on my leg, but hopefully, in another two weeks, I’ll be able to start putting some weight down. The light at the end of the tunnel is getting closer, and so much brighter.
I’m beyond excited for what’s next to come. I have some dreams and some plans being made that are going to catapult me into a whole new situation, that’s both scary and extremely, extremely exciting! I’ll make sure to keep you posted on that as things continue to develop, but it’s going to be amazing 🙂
I want to thank everyone for your words of support and encouragement. Thanks for being there for me every step of the way.
I was talking to my father about my situation a little bit last night, and he said something to me that was so simple, but it blew me away. He said, “You’re almost over the mountain.” It made me sit and think. Mountains are large and jagged. They’re never straight up, or straight down. Sometimes you have to climb up in order to climb down. And while I’ve never climbed a mountain personally, I know that doing so is not easy. It takes a toll on your body, and on your feelings. But from what I’ve heard, climbing a mountain is one of the most exhilarating experiences you can ever have. It can teach patience, persistence, gratitude, and most importantly, your own strength.
My dad summed it up best. It’s been a long, jagged, up and down journey for me. But I’m taking this entire experience ‘in’, enjoying the view, and am now making way down the mountain back to flat and even land.
Until Next Time,
Music: “The Climb”….couldn’t resist 😛