Okay, let’s start with the miracle of recovery. Modern Medical Science, a few million prayers from every known Faith - and New Wave “Letting go, give it to the Universe” from some friends, and my own stubborn drive to dance with my daughter at her Wedding in July- all combined to grant me a speedy recover.
Last night, I hit another bench mark. I rolled over. Sure, you can pooh-pooh that as a major life accomplishment…if you are healthy and CAN roll over. I could not. I couldn’t even try. When I did try, well, let’s just say I let out so many expletives that my friends and family who are Church Goers turned bright red and pretended they did not know me. I didn’t even know I could swear in some of those languages. LOL
I have been sleeping on my back for more than three months, and last night: “I rolled over!” Did I mention that already? Well, I did.
Granted, it came with some frustrating attempts, creative use of blankets as levers and cranes, and even some stuffed pillows. Going to my non surgical hip was a nightmare. Every muscle in my surgical leg refused to work. After just one try they had a committee meeting and decided to cramp - as a unit- if I dared try again.
Now a brief note about my past: I played lots of sports. I am familiar with what to for cramps of the thigh (Charley Horse) Hammy (Hamstrings) or calves. I have no idea what position to take when every flexor, extender, and muscle group in the hip decides to cramp at the same time. I literally did not know which way to turn.
I found I could swear in two Ancient Languages too.
A few minutes rest. Try again.
Somewhere around three thirty AM…I rolled over to my left. Half hour later, I was able to roll over to my right. Then my muscles told me that was enough. I agreed.
Tonight I shall try to roll onto my stomach…which, by the way, is built perfectly for rolling with its giant curved surface.
Two weeks ago I was wheeled into surgery to alleviate the pain I had been in for almost two years. Two weeks later…I rolled over!
I sacrificed a chicken. Okay, it was fried chicken and just the bones, but it is the thought that counts…right?