Hip Joint Venture

“Leave here!”  I tried to say, but my mouth wasn’t working right.  I tried again “Leave here now!”  The strange toga clad people were coming through my fence and I did not want them there.  Once more, I attempted to make my muscles work so I could talk… and my  husband’s voice booming “What ????”

So ended a vivid, ultra-realistic dream.

It felt like the invasion was a metaphor for my fears of germs sneaking through my defenses that could delay my surgery, just seven days from now.

I cough a lot at night, but seem OK most of the time during the day.

I’m not spending much time worrying about this, instead doing what I can, then concentrating on all the other things I want to get done before surgery.   Last week was my time designated for bigger things that don’t relate to surgery or recovery.   I actually was successful in getting four different areas de-cluttered and organized.  That feels good.

This week, I need to focus on getting ready for a week’s vacation at the hospital.

Then to think of what will make my life easier the first week I’m back home with limited mobility.  I still need to give some thought there.

My dream was very much reflecting my reality.  So many events, where there was so much to be done and events in the outside world, yet I needed to stay protected behind the big privacy fences and inside the house despite my desire to be elsewhere.

I’m bummed to have to shift to preparation mode.  I was enjoying getting bigger things done.  This week will go by quickly.

This recovery will be different.  A few weeks from now, I should be able to walk without pain for the first time in six years.

I’ve not been writing about pain much, since it has been manageable.    I had to stay in the house for four days after my trip out Tuesday or cause longer lasting problems.   The pain is constant, but most of the time, with medication, my mind can focus on other things.  In June, before the last surgery, the pain was so pervasive, it took most all my attention, preventing me from doing much other than read in an attempt to distract myself.

This every present pain has become so integral a part of my daily life and routines.  Soon, that will all change.    Hallelujah.

Change is never easy, even good changes.  I’ll strategize on that another day.