A Little More Myself

I hit my two week mark yesterday and am looking forward to all of the exciting new exercises I will get in the coming weeks. At the moment I am doing isometric, closed-chain glute and quad tightening, some ankle stuff and a little bit of hamstring work. I asked my PT what I have to look forward to and he said I will be able to *gradually* add some resistance back to the bike starting in another week...woo-hoo. According to our modified version of the Phillipon (Vail hip doc) protocol, I'll be cycling and swimming by week 10...but who's counting, not me of course.

The pain level has been manageable lately although I'm still pretty beat by the end of the day. The gimp sticks are getting really old and I find myself cheating around the house when I walk to the kitchen or bathroom or whatever. Not being able to bend over and lift things is proving immensely challenging when you're trying to care for three (3) dogs and your husband left you to go skiing in Utah for the weekend. I don't know where I'd be without so many helpful friends and neighbors. I constantly worry that I've re-torn my labrum and the other day I heard an awful "clunk" much like the clunking I've heard when I lift my knee up to my chest since about August. I've been told its pretty hard to re-tear the labrum now that the bony impingement on my femur is gone but its always essential to have something to obsess over when you're living in my head.

I've been back at work this week for part time. The first day was pretty rough as I realized the distance to crutch to the bathroom, water cooler, kitchen etc. was like crutching across the dog park but I'm doing a little better now on Day 3. Everyone who asks me about what I had done generally has the same story to tell about their grandmother, uncle, etc. who had a hip replacement...did I mention that that gets old too? Ah, well, I can't blame peoples' lack of knowledge about sports injuries seeing as it took me eight effing months to diagnose this one.

Thank goodness for red wine, vodka tonics and Entourage. I'm generally never too incapacitated to enjoy a pre-dinner cocktail or wash down some IB-profun with a few glasses of Shiraz. If that changes, there is definite cause for concern.