Susan, the last physiotherapist at rehab, tried a technique not tried on me previously and for the first time, I could lift my right leg. I asked where she got that from because I'd not seen it before, and she said, 'I'm been doing physiotherapy forever.' And another two techniques expanded the angles of my knee bend to a 90% range. (although she sadly informs me that her physiotherapy skills do not extend to enabling a few sparse hairs on my head to flex and multiply into a full head of hair like hers. I weep).
Cindy the occupational therapist showed me how to be able to carry stuff while using crutches, many other hacks and trick of the trade. She'd been through a hip replacement surgery and, with her insider knowledge, had chosen the same surgeon I got, so I consider her a really 'hip' therapist. She also showed me a really fetching way to choreograph my movements in my white anti-blood-clot stockings. I think her method involves preparation in Tai Chi.
Markel the new CNA excellently balanced between helping me and letting me help myself--for instance setting up things in the bathroom and letting me take baths in total privacy. Now if I want to bellow out Gilbert and Sullivan light opera tunes in the gloriously echoing shower stall, I can let them ring! (Move over, Jose Carreras, Placid Domingo and Luciano Pavarotti!--I sing in the key of H! Six flats!)
I traveled back from hospital in SLC (thank you, Ronald Rice, for visiting me there), driven by my mom's cousins Jim Hruza (husband of Rose Ulakovich-Hruza) and Eugene Hruza (husband of Shirley Hruza), back home to Idaho. They took me where I could buy a shower chair and get my medicine prescriptions fulfilled and buy groceries, then home. VERY exhausting journey.
In the grocery stores, I used for the first time those electric rider carts. I think there should be a new sport added to handicapped Olympics--jousting in electric carts--using a crutch as the lance. Apologies to the elderly gentleman i defeated in initiating this sport spontaneously today (just kidding, I didn't initiate it just today--it's been done before. Just kidding, I didn't defeat him, he defeated me--treachery and guile, i think it's called. Or by the more euphemistic 'experience'. Just kidding we didn't use crutches as canes--we just bashed into each other like kids at bumper cars. Gleefully. Just kidding, we didn't bash into each other--actually, I didn't see another person in the grocery store in one of these carts today).
And then, of course, the famous clam chowder at Wayside on the way home. Yum. But I couldn't eat all the green beans because, on blood-thinner medication, I had to avoid Vitamin K foods. Telling some kids they're not ALLOWED to eat lettuce, spinach, broccoli, green beans, would transport them into the eleventh heaven of ethereal delights, and I agree with them on kale--the stuff is apparently harvested from lawn mowers), but the rest the items listed, I like. And the Idaho trout--just writing about it, I'm almost reliving the whole glorious experience.
And then I got ready for home care--setting up the machine for flexing the knee, getting blood tests, first home physiotherapist meeting.
Next stanza in next blog.