Step #1: Make it through surgery
Check!
Several hours after going under, I heard from my parents, who heard from my surgeon that the unscrewing, sawing, drilling, and plating was successful! I have a sweet post-op xray with the new fancy hardware store, but don’t have it on a disc yet so that will have to wait! In the mean time, check out the new hospital space suit/body heaters:
Yeah… talk about instant birth control right there. They’re like hospital gowns with a vacuum hose attached, pumping in hot (or cool) air. Makes you look like the Michelin Man. Also made me feel like I was sitting in a sauna, so had to turn that bad boy down. Of course the hair net is always super attractive.
What I remember before surgery is all the prep, anti-bacterializing my hip, and taking out my contacts. I remember saying goodbye to my parents and the nurses wheeling me into the OR, and I remember them transferring me to the operating table. I don’t remember them at all putting the mask with anesthesia on me, and I definitely don’t remember doing the backwards countdown or anything else until I woke up 3 minutes 6 hours later! Kind of a bummer… that back words countdown and knock-out moment was kind of my favorite part.
Step #2: Make it out of the hospital
Check!
(Last week at the clinic with pneumonia.) With minor complications. They kept me a day longer than intended due to not quite hitting the pain management marks on schedule. Then, my second night I ended up spiking a fever of 101.5, but was freezing with goosebumps, and was super congested. You might remember that I got pneumonia the week before surgery – brilliant timing, right? – so they were concerned about a reoccurrence of that. After being intubated and staying in the hospital, it’s apparently quite easy to get pneumonia. Let’s not do that!! Several PT sessions in “the gym” (full of stairs, beds, curbs, and all the other foreseeable obstacles one could encounter), a long check-out list with a bag full of drugs, and they sent me on my way! I’m staying at my mom’s house for about a week, or until I can drive again, whichever comes first.
Step #3: Physical Therapy
half check…
I’m trying to channel my inner JuliaGoBigGreen here. This stuff is hard! Knowing me, I of course saved my last big leg workout for the morning-of. (Side: my friend at the gym told me he got hell from his surgeon for running the morning of… told me you bleed a lot more. Dr. Van or anyone else… true? BS?) Anyways, did my last big legs workout and hit my heaviest squat to date. Two days later, my PT is helping me to do a simple [body weight] leg lift. Oh my GOODNESS is that ever frustrating when something so simple feels so unbelievably hard!!
The exercises she has me doing are the same ones a patient would do after a total hip replacement… something I’m trying to avoid as long as possible! I am doing (1) quadricep contractions (thigh squeezes), (2) gluteal contractions (butt squeezes), (3) heel slides (photo left, just sliding the heel up towards the butt and back down), (4) straight leg raise (sounds so easy, and this is by far the hardest!), (5) abduction / adduction (photo right, sliding the heel out away from the body and back in), and (6) short arc quads (place a can or rolled up towel under knee, try to raise foot off ground… second hardest).
I have to keep reminding myself that they did cut through all these muscles along the lateral side of my leg, and had to sew them back together. It’s not just the bone that needs to heal, but also a ton of muscles! I do these 2x per day, and trust me… it feels like a “workout.” So funny to think that!
Step #4: Ride power-cart at Target
check!
You bet I did… as a kid I always wanted to ride the power chairs whenever we went to target or Costco or something. You know what? They go like a quarter of a mile an hour and make you feel bad for holding everyone else up. Not all it’s cracked up to be.
What I really want is one of those ride on Power Wheels Fisher Price cars… hahha let’s go with the Dune Racer:
Here’s a “friday confession” for you – I used to babysit triplets that lived across the street from me, and they had this ride on Jeep. I’d always convince the boys that they wanted to ride their scooters or something so I could ride the Jeep. And it did go faster than .25 mph.
Step #5: Get off meds and DRIVE!
Next Friday.
Hopefully! I can’t drive until I’m off all narcotics (vicodin, oxycontin, roxicodone), and until I have the follow-up appointment with my doctor on December 23rd. That’s just next Friday! Being independent is something that has always been important to me, and obviously being on crutches there are a lot of things I simply can’t do because I don’t have two hands. Carry soup to the table? Nope. Reach anything out of an upper cabinet? Nope (oh wait, I couldn’t do that anyways…). So it’s going to be quite a while before I can do any of that two-handed stuff, since I’m estimated to be on crutches for the next six weeks. BUT I would sure as $#!& like to be able to drive myself to PT. What else is this handicapped parking tag good for?
So chicos… I made it. It wouldn’t have been without my amazing medical team, and my supreme friend/family support squad! Your prayers, texts, emails and facebook messages of votes of confidence truly mean the world to me. You are all angels, in every sense of the word.
-E







- Is really kind of harder than you’d think.

December 17th, 2008


All of 2010 – Essentially a year with a shitton of cross training. Never got back to the “old normal” running mileage from pre-surgery days, which I justified because I was focusing more on triathlon. Lots of swimming and biking, and “medium” amounts of running. March 17th took 3rd overall in the 





















