154 Almost Legless

May 2, 2017 § 4 Comments

Good English friends of ours use “legless” to name one’s state when three sheets are to the wind.  In the middle of last October, I thought I’d soon be full enough of legs that I’d be walking with a cane or with no aid at all, booze-aided or otherwise.

But I passed out on the patio of the Hi-Spot and ended up in Virginia Mason diagnosed as having sustained a “miniscule stroke.”  The symptoms were gone in a day, but the  template(s) released by the stroke into the bloodstream dictated postponement of the scheduled replacement  of my right hip.  Ten,  when I met with my surgeon in mid-April, he said that going ahead with the hip replacement would reduce or eliminate pain in the leg, but would not lead to my being able to walk without a walker.  Since this had not been part of his prognosis in October, his citation of problems–balance, posture, weakness in walking–had arisen or grown worse in the interim.

There had been a large accumulation of arthritis in the right hip in 2015, and after my neurologist had taken x-rays , he recommended waiting until it hurt; hurt led to cane, then walker, and that led to the schedule for the surgery that was  postponed. Along the way I was referred to Physical Therapy, and I went until neurology and orthopedic laid out a route that let me be passive.  I had let moving to Horizon House dictate my giving up running because its terrain is so much more severe than that of other places where I ran.  I did spend some winter months in the HH gym,  then slid away partly because I did some walking with my old running pal, then that slid into short walking on First Hill, and downtown to movie theaters. When we then moved into Supported Living, our walking, indoors and out, was somewhat restricted.  Also, walking very far on city sidewalks with a walker tires very quickly and so I’ve gradually lost all habit of thinking exercise beyond HH.

But there are lots of people who walk around the building every day, and who use the exercise bikes despite the absence of holders for books for bikes.  And it seemed a miracle that I started over thirty years of running when I was in my late forties. So I live with the walker forever.  Andiam

 

 

 

 

 

I”ve not scrolled back, but I know there have been at least a couple of previous visits to the ale house describing pains in the leg.  This time pain is not the issue; to have the hip replaced increases the possibility of another, and much stronger stroke, and doubling or tripling the dosage of tylenol is free for nothing,

But I doubt if this is the end of the story.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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