I'm doing it. I'm excited. And I'm not really feeling inspired to write about it...but here's a little bit.
MILF Runner Blog tends to be super obnoxious. And I am. But not ALL THE TIME. A lot of the time, yes. ALL of the time, no. Right now I'm totally NOT feeling obnoxious.
My hip has been hurting a ton. Some days, I can go from one end of the house to the other without my cane. Others, I can hardly make the turn from the stove to the sink without literally crying out in excruciating pain. It's a difficult pain to describe, this bone-on-bone grinding. At some level, it is now constant. I don't take any medication for it. Neither Tylenol nor Advil. No oxycontin. No heroin. I'm not sure why. It never really occurred to me to take pain killers...or relievers. I always thought it would be better if I could feel the pain because it's trying to tell me something. I'm hoping this makes post-operative pain management easier. I'm probably kidding myself.
Those big plans I had to get in killer shape prior to surgery and to lose this weirdly sudden extra 18 lbs I've been lugging around since the Fall fell by the wayside quickly. Every time I'd hit up the gym, I was in agony for the next several days. Not worth it. As for the weight gain, what the fuck? First of all, how in the hell did it happen? No one knows. Don't give me a line about cals in vs. cals out because that doesn't seem to matter in this case. I'm going with the theory that the stress of the intense pain has fucked with my system really badly so that it thinks it needs to "fill out" with some fat storage. Awesome. I'm going to deal with it post-surgery.
The past month and a half have been spent trying to figure out how the family will handle me being unable to drive anywhere for up to 6 weeks and fairly incapacitated for about 2-4 weeks. It should be interesting. I'm guessing some good family lore will come of it ;-)
Overall, I'm feeling very positive about my upcoming operation and recovery. I like feeling positive. I'm currently gravitating toward things that perpetuate this. If you have any links to awesome inspirational quotes or stories or pictures of kittens doing pull-ups... Just kidding. But funny stories, positive thoughts and words are very welcome. Of course, if you'd rather be super obnoxious at me – go for it.
I find my brain drifting toward recovery goals. Then I remind myself that I have NO IDEA what it's going to be like! I hope that one day I can match my daughter ...
Jumping over the waves... that would be spectacular! For now, I'll set one goal...by the end of the summer, I want to hop on my right foot without screaming, crying or falling down. I have zero clue as to whether or not that's overly ambitious or entirely wimpy. We shall see...we shall see.