Sometimes it might take what seems like forever, but time does eventually heal – be it emotional healing, or physical. Over the last ten years I’ve had to deal with both, and even more so in the last twelve months. Being physically restricted has a massive impact on the psyche, as well as on the body. When you can’t really move a lot, frustration can lead to depression, and severe chronic pain doesn’t help. It’s really quite maddening.
A week or so ago, my left thigh muscle became clenched and seized up – presumably through lack of use. As of today it’s eased off a lot – but I had to put a lot of work in to get it loosened up again (including placing my foot flat when walking and not putting all of my weight on the ball of my foot); I had to deal with considerable pain to get it all stretched out again (thanks for the help, Cocodamol).
I have an appointment looming with my consultant, and that’s when decisions will be made. Due to a recent fall, we know that the hip now has full union (because I did as I was told by the paramedics last year and went to A&E for an emergency x-ray), but do I want to keep the screws? Yes, actually, I think I probably do. I’m so prone to falling that they might prevent another operation should I break the same hip again – the femur will now be considerably weaker and I just don’t want to chance it. Even once I’m old enough to have the full replacement that I was told I needed at the time, I’m always going to have a limp, so what’s three metal screws when it comes down to my mobility? Nothing, that’s what.
Besides; I quite like being a Cyborg. Imagine the fun to be had at airports!