Surgery 2021 – #6 of 6: Life at home

Over the past few weeks, I have been describing my recent hospital stay in Oxford and the care I received after I was discharged. I must backtrack now to my actual coming home.

On the day of my discharge from hospital, my personal assistant and good friend Mary came over to Oxford with a friend from church to pick me up. General confusion and a lack of communication meant they had to wait patiently for an hour in reception before I finally showed up, but I did eventually get home.

I couldn’t climb up and down stairs to and from my bedroom so, prior to my coming home, my bed had been moved down to the ground-floor lounge and the furniture re-arranged accordingly.

Mary had moved in to look after me before I had surgery as I was already struggling and she stayed to care for me after my return from hospital.

After my operation last summer, for many weeks I was not allowed to put any weight at all on the leg which had undergone surgery. This time I was allowed to put some weight on the operated leg but I wasn’t allowed to bend and, at first, some actions, such as getting in and out of bed, were painful and difficult. Having my bed in the sitting room meant that at least I could get to the downstairs cloakroom under my own steam and without having to worry about negotiating any steps. After a while, movement gradually became easier and less painful.

Mary is still looking after me now like the absolute star she is. At first, she even had to help me get dressed. I can manage that by myself again now, but she is still doing most of the cooking, washing and much more.

So, where am I now?

The X-ray I had a few weeks ago shows that all is progressing as it should. The surgeon I saw in out-patients at Oxford told me that my leg was now so strong, I could run a marathon. I had to point out that I couldn’t do that even before the operation, so I’m very unlikely to be able to do it now!

I am not allowed to bend for six months, so many items in my kitchen, office and bedroom will need to be re-arranged. I won’t be able to put shoes on without help, either.

I have, however, now cooked two meals and been none the worse for it.

I am also sleeping upstairs once again. Mary dismantled the bed and carried it upstairs and then put the furniture back in place. You see what I mean? What a star! I can only walk up the stairs toddler-fashion, but it is wonderful to be back in my own room.

I still walk best using my trusty Zimmer frame, but I can manage with one or, sometimes, two crutches. Walking without any aids still leaves a lot to be desired but I am working on it!

So, this time round, I am making real progress. Mary and I are working towards me “taking back control” of my life.

I look forward to it. Oh happy day!