Now in my fourth week since the final night of surgery I am completely dependent on crutches. I cannot allow any weight on the wounded leg since it simply cannot take it. The muscles are not responding as a response to healing. They have switched of for the time it takes for everything to knit together. When I was first out of hospital the leg was a weight I nursed and carried short distances within the house. Now I can simulate walking by placing one foot in front of the other however my heel will not touch the ground first because the muscles are not in service. Each day a small improvement is noticeable. I wriggle a little more or move my hips and bend the limb up a little and down. My general endurance is slightly better. I can go for a 100 meter walk and require a solid 30 to 40 minute rest to recover.
And it hurts. Not an unbearable discomfort but a dull ache that ranges from 4 to 7 on the hurtometer depending on the measure of activity. Anything over 5 requires a response. Recently I have found resting with the ache gives relief. Sleeping is quality time for the forces at work.
A surge of activity,
An army of volunteers,
A mass of work,
While I nod off in the sun, in the window seat.
Flat out and crutches, the good leg heavy lifting for the wounded one.
A dream illustrated an exquisite piece of work, worth waiting for.
An army of volunteers,
A mass of work,
While I nod off in the sun, in the window seat.
Flat out and crutches, the good leg heavy lifting for the wounded one.
A dream illustrated an exquisite piece of work, worth waiting for.
Nothing short of the absolute best.
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