On the 1st August 2013 my life changed forever. As dramatic as that statement maybe its an honest and sincere judgement. I had been waiting for nearly 5 years to get my left hip fixed after finding out it had started growing extra bone. The doctors and the surgeons I consulted with have no idea why this happened but it meant I would no long be able to run! no rugby, no basketball, no touch, no running!!! I felt like my life was over. I had been given two additional options of activity but quote “you wont be able to compete at a high level” I was gutted… my options were swimming or biking… I wasn’t keen on either. After some thought and consideration (a bit of despair) I decided I needed a new challenge and I picked both, with cycling as my key focus. A journey in itself that had many ups and downs. Not long into my riding I was hit by a car, dislocated shoulder, broken ribs, fractured head of my humerus, farked neck and confidence blown out the window. Fast forward 5 years and I think I did ok… considering my hip was functioning at around 30-40%, learning a sport and having a bit of success along the way.
Day 1 – successful surgery and feeling none the wiser… Fentanyl helped make sure of that, being that is it approximately 100 times stronger then Morphine and I was able to get a wee hit every 5 minutes for the first 24hrs I was awake. The Surgery did go really well but it was a bit of a rough ride, they had to knock me back out post surgery due to my pain, not ideal so I was loaded up ketamine and out to it once again. Once I did come round the next week was a blur… off the fentanyl and onto morphine for 6 days… my life was a blur… At the time I felt like I was functioning well but upon reflection I was useless… I would stay in a state of ‘useless’ for the next 3 months, reliant on my friends and family to help with everything.
The spare bone from my hip which was inhibiting my ability move my hip (currently lives in the freezer)
Pre Op 1st August 2013 - look at right side…
Post Op 2nd August 2013 - yup thats my new hip…
Day 4 – up and dressed for the first time and out for a wee adventure on my crutches, it would be more then 9 weeks before I’d get rid of them and to add to my dismay I also lost 6kgs… for those of you that know me I can’t afford to lose weight, I felt so weak and ashamed of my gammy wee leg… no photo’s sorry too depressing.
My wound and its healing… I’ll get to live with this wee guy for the rest of my life. I was extremely lucky in regards to bruising. The bruising you see on day 2 was as bad as it got. Apparently with some people after a hip dislocation the can be black and blue from there grown to knee.
End of week 5
post op appointment and the all clear to start rehab!!! wooohooo! first task increasing ROM and learning to walk again. Still on crutches. (reading this statement 8 months on, the wohoo didn’t last long… I learnt very quickly that just because the mind is willing the body does not always follow)
63 degrees flexion first Physio session, first pool session of walking ten lengths and swimming ten with a pool buoy and 30mins massage. Still on crutches but can now weight bear. Had to back off with swimming due to increased pain. Back to just walking and no swimming.
65 degrees flexion, the joints feels like it wants to open up a bit more. Had a pool specific physio session, it was good. Walked for 5 mins in the pool swam 3 lengths and will build on that each day until the pain tells me to stop. Still on crutches.
Week 9 – Month 7:
what a farking journey! learnt to walk again… threw toys… became a puzzle master… movie critic… bored shitless restless impatient horrible person… 7 months off work and my brain has shrunk immensely… feeling stupid… I think the part of my rehab I hadn’t anticipated being so hard was managing the drugs and understanding that I wasn’t going to be functioning that well mentally as well as physically, that part was tough… tired all the time… loss of appetite… lack of concentration… unable to do simple tasks such getting a drink or going to the toilet! fark it was hard allowing people to look after me… But I must say my parents were amazing… my friends in CHCH, Wanaka and even Canada, truly amazing! thank you to all of you that helped me… time is the most beautiful gift one person can give to another. In person or via Skype I had so many people there for me.
Then I started riding my bike a wee bit, then a wee bit more… then I decided I’d enter the 2014 Motatapu MTB race… IDIOT… oh well, cramped like crazy, placed 14th overall in ladies and 4th and age group not as good as my 3rd overall last year but its a start. Then two weeks later I raced the local King and Queen of Sticky Forest annual MTB race and defended my title – STOKED! it was a tough brutal course and Ailsa Rollinson kept me very honest, working hard right till the end of the race.
Almost 8 months:
Structure in my rehab has been very up and down but motivation is coming back…