Desirable at a Certain Age


This blog continues my tale of woe in getting a hip replacement removed and a new one installed.  (It is going all right, but let’s just say I’ve been in a better mood  . . . .)

Anyway, after several days of hospitalization, I was shipped off to a rehabilitation center where I was expected to recover some strength, regain my ability for self-care and begin physical and occupational therapy.

And you know what?  I was a very, very desirable woman at that center.  I’m talking HOT!  Even though I’m a senior citizen, I was younger than most of the others, and it was reasonable to expect I would return to my former activities.  (I get that many others have serious health issues and will not return to self-sufficiency.  Many work hard to maintain their dignity and eek out some control over their lives – this blog simply is meant to be a light-hearted description of my personal experience.)

The CNAs and nurses were happy I was high-functioning and didn’t need a lot of attention.  It was clear from the first days the physical therapists all wanted me in their schedule – I was upbeat, cooperative and pushed to do more.  The occupational therapists were the same.  Sometimes other residents refused to go to rehab in the morning, taking a bit longer to rouse from their sleep or to savor their coffee — so there were times when a therapist would come into my room with hopes I was ready to go with them – and I always, always was ready.  In fact, I’d like to have had more daily sessions.

With hip revision surgery done from the posterior, the expectation is the patient will use a walker or rollator for the first six weeks, even though full weight can be placed on the injured leg.  Not me!  A few days before my discharge a physical therapist recommended I try a HurryCane.  Wow!  I was free of pushing a clunky rollator around, I stood taller and moved more quickly.  My surgeon confirmed that if PT thought I was ready for a cane, then I was.

I was discharged from the rehab center after a week so my transitory attractiveness has waned – back to reality!  Quite frankly, despite all the attention, there’s nothing like being able to sleep in your own bed.  I know it is necessary, but sleeping on plastic-covered mattresses and pillows just doesn’t make for a good night.

Now I dream for hours of dragon boat racing and bicycling with my friends again.

3 thoughts on “Desirable at a Certain Age

  1. Susan the flower lady

    I was so proud of your and your physical strength and strength of will and character to get moving on a cane so quickly. You should have used your vitality and attractiveness to get some of those old guys hobbling down the hall after you.

    You were also popular with outside visitors. I remember on day with 8 loving folks hovering around your bed!


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