And the stabilisers are finally off!

My beloved has finally relinquished his crutches. It’s been a bit of a struggle to wrestle them off him. He’s kept them close just in case………a bit like stabilisers or training wheels on one’s first two-wheeler.

A month after his operation, he was able to walk around the flat without crutches. But then it’s all on the flat with no rugs or carpets to trip over. Our downstairs neighbours have most probably given a huge sigh of relief. Although the sound-proofing is excellent, my beloved charges around like a herd of elephants. One of my neighbours used to say she could always tell when he was away.

Any time we’ve gone out for a walk, he’s taken the crutches. Although he could manage with just one, the physio preferred him to either use both or, preferably, none to avoid getting a lop-sided gait.

He’d been using them less and less and i suggested we leave them at home on our pre-Xmas trip to Paris. That seemingly did the trick. We didn’t walk as much as we would do normally (10-16km per day) but nontheless he managed just fine with a mixture of the Metro and walking. While we were away, I hid them in the cupboard and he’s not given them another thought!

In Paris he was walking with a noticeable limp but, after plenty of strolling over Xmas in Alassio, that’s now disappeared and frankly you would never know that he’s had a replacement hip. I’ll be returning his crutches to the pharmacy.

He will however continue with his twice weekly one-on-one physio sessions until his ordonnance (order) is exhausted. He’s supplementing those physio sessions with gym circuits and bike rides. Yes, finally, we’re back on our bikes!

It’s always a bit of a stuggle when you’ve not ridden for a while. The saddle feels like an instrument of torture and you hit your granny gear way too early on the climb. Fortunately, while it’s been chilly, it’s been dry and we’ve steadily built up the kilometrage and can happily ride 50km with ease. It’s onwards and upwards from here.

 

My beloved’s going bionic

My beloved has been suffering with his hip for the past couple of months and, as he suspected, he needs to have it replaced. In recent weeks, he’s seen a second surgeon and undergone a battery of tests. These included a telemetry where the length of his bones were accurately measured. Interestingly, his legs are both pretty much the same size, so he’s discarded the lift he got back in June. He also underwent a scintigraph (with radio isotopes) which highlighted an area of osteo-necrosis on the leg, which shows that it’s not properly healed. It also threw up arthritic areas in his left thumb and right shoulder – the result of numerous injuries from years of playing water-polo and rugby!

He’s now scheduled for surgery at the end of October, followed by 4-6 weeks  – I’m hoping it’ll be the latter – of intensive physiotherapy at a day centre. Thankfully, he’ll be picked up and dropped off each day which’ll be so much better for me, particularly as I have a million and one things to do.

Naturally I’m feeling somewhat relieved that I didn’t book any vacation over Christmas. My beloved was planning on visiting Thailand to give a series of presentations and we were considering tacking some holiday onto that trip. Fortunately, it never got past the consideration stage.

He’s now counting down the days as he’s currently unable to walk very far, let alone ride, and is in constant pain. I should add that his pain threshold is very low.

Prior to his operation, he’ll be undergoing a further battery of tests, including a dental one and an ECG, plus undergoing physiotherapy so that he’s in good shape for the operation. I’m also taking him away to one of our favourite spa hotels where he can enjoy some relaxing thalassotherapy.

Naturally, he’s a bit apprehensive about the operation but underneath it all he’s revelling in the attention. He’s a bit of a diva  – just like the outlaw – when it comes to matters medical. Once again, the person you really need to feel sorry for is little old me who’ll be at his beck and call for several months. Oh, hang on, that should read much more at his beck and call than usual!