I'm not the type of person who likes to follow doctor's orders, especially if everything's going well. Three months after surgery, I took a hike. I hadn't been out of the wheelchair for more than a month and had just got out of the walker. But I needed to get out, and I completed the hike, slowly but surely.
Everything looked up. PT was going well, and I was told I was well ahead of schedule. Well-ahead...that's a shaky platform for sure. Let me tell you how shaky. Wednesday, I was doing some shoulder work with dumbbells. Nothing heavy, mind you. Just light weight for reps. I put the 20-pound dumbbell on the floor after a set and then proceeded to pick it up. Oh, the awful feeling of a replaced hip that wants to come out of it's next for a look-see. This was a first for the right hip. My left side experienced this first in the hospital and then again after I got home. There's no pain to the joint itself, but the tendons and ligaments around it are surely made sore. Stretched when stretching isn't approved.
Then, I caught a cold. So Thursday, I'm stuck at home, can't breath, sore nose, sore throat, and aching, aching hips. I haven't been back to the Y since.
I'm much better now, so I'll try to get to the pool today or tomorrow, but I AM NOT going in that weightroom. Nope. I'm actually scared of it. Even the machines violate my hip precautions, and since both were replaced, I do have some serious precautions that I can't work around. I'm going to stick to the cardio for a while until the hips get stronger and can take the requirements of working my body with weights. If my surgeon only knew, I know he'd tell me "I told you so." I don't want him to know.
See you Wednesday for weigh-in and measurements.
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