Hip Replacement Come Back — 5 Months Later


I’m getting a great deal on one of the best elliptical trainers there is. I can’t wait! It will help me achieve “no restrictions,” and I’m very happy about it. It was advertised on the community facebook garage sale page more than a week ago at an incredible price. The price was more than fair, but even that was too much for me so I sighed, “Oh well,” and gave up on the idea.

I never expected NO ONE but me would want it.


Comebacks can be slow — I don’t think mine has been particularly slow. Fast or slow — it depends on how far a person has to go.

I have a ways to go still, but I can walk at a decent clip now and swing my leg over my bike. There are lots of other things I can do — very small, daily life things — that I haven’t been able to do for a long, long time. Some so long that I forgot about them and then, BAM suddenly, the abilities had come back.

There are some things, though…

For years I’ve walked slowly. I still took my dogs out into nature, and in our slow rambles, I began experiencing a different walk and a different, slower world. It was sweet, and the beauty of nature and the events taking place — wind, a random bird, the sky — were as effective as meds in relieving my physical pain. Back in the day, I rushed through the world, still saw it, but was proud of my physical prowess, my ability to cover 12 mountain miles in 3 hours. Stuff like that. I don’t think that mentality will make a comeback, not because I don’t think I”ll be able, but because, well…

Here’s the kicker.

I’m nearly 70. What that literally means is I’m closer to the last scene than I was at 40 (presumably — though we never know. My dad died at 45.). I don’t want a rushed goodbye to this place. I want one that is slow and lingering, that pays attention to clouds, birds, wind,Β and trees. I want to savor all of it as I learned to do during the — I’d say decade — of pain and awkwardness. Β Maybe that was the point.

“Look, Sweet Cheeks, you’re missing something here, like the main idea. I’m going to slow you down until you get it.”


17 thoughts on “Hip Replacement Come Back — 5 Months Later

  1. Today I met a colleague who told me he saw me in my Ferrari (wheelchair) with a laugh on his face. I was proud, because I can do it. I am 72, but where there is a will there is a way (as my mum would say).

    • I have no generalized lesson for this. I have a friend who had the same surgery about 6 weeks after I did, and because it wasn’t an instant improvement, and because effort on his part is imperative (and didn’t happen), he’s not a lot better even though the surgery was a success. He’s NOT a success, and he’s a total A-hole as a result. His life is mostly spent in the basement of his house with cheap beer. He seems to like being angry and feeling sorry for himself. So who really cares? I guess he’s getting the life he wants and I’m getting the life I want. Maybe THAT’S the moral of the story. I’ve worked very hard because I want mountains, hills, trees, rocks, sky, animals and wind. I felt exiled. ❀

  2. Your presence is extraordinary, and it surely will be exactly as you so desire. The immersion you speak of with nature is amazing, and comes through with such remarkable resonance.

  3. I see it all the time. The people who put in 20 mile days on the trail. That’s just using you legs as transportation. You miss half the fun.

    How many deer did you see?
    Did you see that red tailed hawk?
    What about all those wild roses?
    Didn’t stop.
    How about the place where the quail take their dust bath? The bear tracks?
    Didn’t see anything.
    Take any photos?
    Why do you go on hikes?
    To experience nature of course.

    • That doesn’t describe me ever as a hiker.

      Mostly I hiked fast because I worked a lot and had a time crunch. I still needed to get out there, but motion was also a way to deal with the stress of teaching 7 classes of college writing. Sometimes just moving was what I needed from a hike. It doesn’t mean I never stopped, didn’t see the hawk or the tracks in the dirt. I did. But hiking a mile in 45 minutes as I have had to for a while has been a different kind of noticing things — including myself and my dogs.

      I never would have imagined such a slow walk would be fun, but it has been. Strange. πŸ™‚

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