I didn't post yesterday because things went crazy around here. It wasn't the hip, though, it was the kids. Thing One in particular. He had a bad day of tantrums and attention-seeking behavior, and drove the nanny right to the edge of sanity. Thing One is freaked out about my hip. He can tell everything is different around here, and even though he's only three, he understands that the situation is serious. He's had three different caregivers in the last two weeks, and with each regime change there's another rocky transition and adjustment period. Everything came crashing down for him yesterday, emotionally speaking, and Lee and I were in full damage control mode. We spent the evening trying to figure out how to help Thing One feel more secure, and how to keep the nanny from buying a one-way ticket to Anywhere But Here. We made a new plan--more structure, more one-on-one time for Thing One and me--and everything went quite well today. It's a challenge to have two extra kids in the house, because each of the four kids always seems to need something different at the same time. Our best hope is controlled chaos. Yesterday we definitely had the chaos, but not the control. Stressful.
In all the commotion, I managed to forget that yesterday was the two week anniversary of my hip replacement. Amazing! I can't believe I've come this far this fast. I'm getting better every day--even walked around a little without crutches this afternoon. Am I allowed to do that? I've stopped taking the Darvocet, because there just doesn't seem to be any point. It seems like the worst is over for me, and I look forward to my one-month checkup on July 26. I think the doctor will lift at least some of my restrictions. I want to be able to drive again, if only to go to the store for bananas, milk, and yogurt*.
*What we happen to be out of at the moment.
