It’s been 5 weeks since I broke my femur, and 4 weeks since I’ve been home from the hospital. People often ask how it’s going, and if things are getting better. I usually respond by saying something like, “it gets a little better each day, but it’s slow going.”
If I look at the bigger picture, and compare where I am today to where I was the day I came home, it seems a lot better. Four weeks ago I could barely bend my knee, struggled to get out of a chair and into and out of bed, and needed someone to get me important stuff … like coffee.
Today I can:
– bend my knee about 85 degrees
– do some simple PT exercises
– get in and out of the chair, on and off the bed using just my arm to lift my leg up
– walk with crutches when I don’t need to carry something
– sit on a bath chair, take a bath and wash my hair
– negotiate a step down to get outside on the patio for some sunshine
– make my own coffee, get food from the kitchen
– stand with one hand holding the counter, open wine and pour a glass
I’ve been out to the doctor, out for a haircut, out to the end of the driveway to watch the neighborhood Memorial Day lawn tractor races (that was my race experience for Memorial Day).
That list would be quite depressing if I don’t compare it to where I was initially — and even more so to when I couldn’t get out of bed in the hospital without passing out.
It’s hard to project where this rate of progress will take me. But I don’t have much of a choice, so I’ll have to take it. I’m hoping I can get out to at least *watch* a race this year, which will be enough for the moment.