Happy Tuesday and last day of June! We can’t believe tomorrow is the 1st of July.
This morning I didn’t see my friend Verity in the patient transport van, but two helpful gentlemen delivered me to the Orthopaedic Fracture Clinic. It was a busy place at 8:15am. Everyone wore masks and I didn’t have to wave my crutches around to enforce social distancing.
After an X-ray of my knee, for which I had to remove my brace (and put it back on after), a nurse escorted me into an examining room. There I once again removed the faithful brace. The surgeon checked the X-ray, examined my knee and then held out his arm quite high over my foot. He asked if I could lift my leg so my toes touched his hand. Yikes! I hadn’t raised it that high before.
Lo and behold, I lifted the leg with no problems, other than a slight soreness in front of the knee when going so high. He said that was normal, as it’s still healing. He described the wires and bands holding my kneecap together, then said he’ll see me in three months.
In the meantime … it turns out the answer to ‘What happens after eight weeks?’ is, ‘Physio.’ The exercises I’ve been doing thus far have been only relatively gentle post-surgery ones.
After the surgeon left, but before the nurse gave me the instruction form for Physio, she said, ‘Do you want me to take your brace?’ I hadn’t realised the surgeon’s sign-off meant I no longer had to wear it. I don’t remember what I replied, only that it was something inane like, ‘What will happen to it?’ The dear woman looked at me kindly and said, ‘I put it in the bin.’
Official bin time: 9:40am.
I felt both sad and happy to see my brace go. Braceless, but with crutches, I walked from the Orthopaedic Fracture Clinic around the corner to my new venue, the Physiotherapy Department. It felt good but very strange!
My latest NHS angel is Jake in Physio. This articulate, empathetic young man examined my knee (both knees, actually), made sure I could do a range of new exercises, gave me a full-blown daily regime for the coming few weeks, assured me the swelling will continue to decrease, pronounced my scar ‘looking very good’ and gave me solid hope for the future.
The new exercises encompass bending (increasing the angle – I was able to do 100 degrees today); strength (quadricep muscle & straight leg lifts); and normal walking and weight-bearing *without crutches*, inside and *outside*. I used to walk with my mother around the parking lot of her assisted living residence, and am going to channel her for inspiration, as I often do.
While I was at the hospital, Mr Juggler did household jobs instead of resting. I was home by 11am and threw my hospital clothes into the washer and took a shower, just to be safe. Thanks to Thoughtful John, we celebrated with coffee and fresh croissants. We then tucked into a healthy slice of Superwoman Fiona’s scrumptious lemon drizzle cake, delivered freshly-baked last evening. Wow! A Skype call with my son helped me further process the day’s events.
This afternoon we tried to rest; tomorrow, Mr Spreadsheet’s going to help me lay out the different exercises and how many times per day I’m supposed to do each one, so I can establish some kind of timetable and daily routine. All being well, my next appointment is a video call (due to the pandemic) with Jake in 2-3 weeks.
Clive asked me how it feels to walk around the apartment without the brace. Before today, when I walked ‘braceless’ to and from the bathroom at night, I felt vulnerable and uncertain. What a difference a day makes. Now I feel – well, maybe still a little vulnerable – but buoyed by the knowledge it’s good for my knee and the right thing to be doing.
In addition to helping me today, Clive managed to submit our first online order with Iceland this evening. Delivery is tomorrow, and includes a bottle of Prosecco. We have much to celebrate: making it to day 100 of lockdown, today’s graduation to Physio and the blessing of our family and friends, which includes so many of you. Heartfelt thanks for all the positive support and prayers, and an early happy July to all.
Today’s tree by the sea photo features the container ship Eleonora Maersk, heading to Hamburg, Germany. Its length is 399 metres.
Mr Ship Tracker tells me Maersk is the largest container ship company in the world. This Danish company has a fleet of over 600 vessels. They became the largest in 1996 and have stayed on top ever since.
Take care everyone,
xxxx with love from us to you
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