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recovery is an odd thing…

just thought i’d mention that i’m finishing up my first week of physical therapy. right now they are concentrating on just stretching the back muscles and very basic core strengthening. therapy takes less than an hour and i’d have to muster up a powerful hot flash to even think about breaking a sweat.

and yet…
the back manages to get really sore from the effort.

the other weird thing is the swelling around the incision shifts a lot. sometime its above, sometimes it’s below, occasionally it shifts from right to left. when i lie down it sorta evens out. i wonder if it shifts with the moon? i should check that out. (tides of edema)

ohell…i think i’ll go for a walk. i can DO that now and it’s wonderful.


my surgery — unbound

so, the follow up with the surgeon was better than expected.

Actually, I’d expected the x-ray would show that the graft didn’t take and the screws and rods had all broken. Instead, despite my usual worst-luck-this-side-of-the-Mississippi, everything is good. The bone graft is grafting, the screws are screwed in and holding and I’m allowed out of the brace. I can walk as far as I want and I can do hills, so no more pacing the 200 feet of flat walk on our hilly street–it’s around the block from now on. I can even drive (only for short jaunts, but after 6 weeks of confinement, I’ll take it and be happy about it too).

Starting Monday, it’s off to physical therapy 3x a week for the next 7 weeks. I can’t wait to get my muscles back. It’s amazing what slashing the back muscles does to your hamstrings and abdominals. Don’t ask me how, but the hams are tight and the abs are, shall we say, not so tight.

anyway…

I don’t care. I’m fine. The bones and hardware are fine and the brace is off.

It’s good. It’s all good.


something to look forward to: I’ve ordered copies of the x-rays with the screws and rods…I will be scanning and posting them, and then making art out of them.


some notes on recovery and a ramble about the wisdom of plants

My husband does everything for me. He feeds me, feeds the animals, goes shopping, cleans the house, cleans me! and has generally taken over all the big and small things of daily living. And, he doesn’t complain or show a whiff of irritation. I have failed to catch even a small sigh of regret. I thank him and my gratitude is laden with guilt and angst with a tinge of embarrassment coloring the edges.

Yesterday, I told him he should be proud of himself. He said, “There’s nothing to be proud about. I’m just doing what should be done. I’m just doing what is right.” I said, “I know others who would not be so patient and giving,” and my amazing husband said, “Then they should be ashamed.”

I do not know what I did to deserve such a person in my life, but I humbly thank the universe for my good fortune.

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Bodies are amazing things. I’m so glad I have one that works so well. Granted, I feed it real food, but I’m not obsessive about it. I’ve done terrible things to it over the decades, especially back in the 60s and 70s…ok, I was pretty terrible to it in the 80s too, but not as wantonly as in the two decades previous. I got serious about yoga and started feeding it better in the 90s and with the turn of the century, I gained some wisdom and found my way back to a more earth-centered style of living. My studies of how to live with more kindness in my heart and a lighter foot on the earth has strengthened me in ways that I’m just now beginning to understand.

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Two or three years ago I began studying herbalism in earnest. I chose to study in a tradition that spoke to me of the ancients, of old earth magic and lore, the Wise Woman Tradition. This gives me a real and deep connection with nature; a connection that is intimate and personal. I look at what is growing in my yard, in the woods close by, and choose the plants that have come to me of their own volition. I encourage these weeds of opportunity: dandelion, plantain, feverfew, St. John’s Wort, yellow dock, chicory and other “lawn weeds.” I plant perennial and annual herbs and flowers and vegetables that support me, my family and the birds and other critters who live here. I make my medicines from these humble but powerful allies.

If interested, read about my experiences with Poke


no more surgery

so, i’ve decided that i’ve typed enough about my surgery. everything else that happened was covered more than adequately by brni.

a few words about recovery might be forthcoming, but hopefully, as my world gets a bit larger, it’ll get more interesting. right now i’m so limited and essentially confined to pacing the downstairs, reclining in my chair or lying in my bed. heh–not a whole lot of fodder there. plus, my energy levels are at an all time low.

i tried to catch up on all things bloggish, but wow….you all let life go on as usual and i haven’t had the energy to go back in time as far as march 5.

well, thanks to all for caring. this has been a painful but amazing journey so far, and i’ve gained a new level of appreciation for my friends and family.

well, it’s time to get up and pace the floor.


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