The Five Week Mark

This is it folks, the home stretch.

In one week, next Monday, I have my six week appointment with the surgeon. All going according to plan, I should be able to start putting weight on my hip then!

Um, excited much?!

I don’t know how it works from there; like if I still need two crutches for a while until I get stable on it, or if I get two throw one of them back at the (albeit lovely) physio staff. Either way it’s all up from there. Either way, I get to drive again!

I can smell freedom from here. It smells like mobility. It smells good.

I already have a list of questions. Top of the list: can I stop sleeping with a pillow between my legs yet? Cos that’s really not conducive to a good night’s sleep. Also up there: when can I get back in the pool and start swimming again? Taken any and all suggestions for things I should ask that I may not have thought of.

After that, from what I’ve heard, I should have another six to eight weeks or so until I’m recovered completely. So don’t expect me to be running past you on the street JUST yet. But it’s definite progress.

On a side note... the season finale of True Blood. Wow. That show is so bad but oh so good.

Things that are rad (just for you Ange): the home stretch, the amazing eggs-and-spinach-on-crumpet breakfast I managed to make myself this morning, my lovely Mama pushing me around the mall and museum in a wheelchair, delicious cheese from the cheesemongers, the Incas, Catherine Mansfield, the movie No Strings Attached, reading in the sun (seriously, is reading in the sun the best thing ever? I’d totally put a vote in for it).

Things that are sad: the fact that I’ve had five weeks of doing nothing and I still haven’t finished A Game of Thrones, spending four days doing little apart from watching the Royal Commission Inquiry into the Pike River Mine, the thinning out of visitors lately, having to admit that I think I'm getting into the Rugby World Cup.