My new hip is named Joy. No, I don’t talk to my hip, or attribute human thoughts or feelings to it. It is an inanimate object. The name came a couple of weeks after surgery because I got tired of referring to it at as “my new hip.” Giving it a name seemed like fun, and I like to do fun things.
When I woke up after surgery I cried immediately, feeling relief that I had survived, and that the surgery I thought would never happen for me had actually happened. Even the first time I walked, a few hours after surgery, with my thigh feeling very much like a block of cement, I felt better moving and standing than I had for months, maybe even years. There was no pain, and I could stand up straight with both feet flat on the floor. I felt pure Joy!
Soon after that first short walk, I came home and began the real work of recovery. I was up and walking with the walker several times a day. Walking, however slowly, allowed me to get around the house and take care of myself. The main difficulty in those first few weeks was putting on compression socks. It wasn’t any more difficult than putting on shoes or socks before surgery, however, and now there was no pain involved. Pure Joy!
I was sleeping well, after a few years of tossing and turning in pain all through the night. For the first two weeks following surgery, I am sure this was due to the pain medication I was taking. Honestly, my daily routine during those first two weeks revolved primarily around my medication schedule, then lots of rest and exercises. Even in the midst of my recovery-centered routine, it felt like my life had been returned to me. Pure Joy!
Within 3 weeks I was able to stomp my feet on the ground with my 19 month old grandson. This surprised him and made him smile, and that surprised me and warmed my heart. Pure Joy!
It has been four months since my hip replacement surgery and there have been disappointments and struggles as well, but those are for another post on another day. Today I am focusing on Joy!