The Coumadin still isn't thinning my blood, but I've decided not to worry about it. I am starting to worry about my back, which is killing me. I think it's because I now spend a lot of time standing, hunched over my crutches. I'm using forearm crutches, not the armpit kind, and they lend themselves to forward-leaning and downward-slouching. Another problem for my back is the lack of support for it when I'm sitting. I can only sit in a tall chair where my knee will be lower than my hip. It's a weird position, because if the chair is the right height, my feet don't naturally touch the ground. If my feet don't naturally touch the ground, I have to extend my legs and force my feet to the floor, because it's the only way to keep them from flopping around willy-nilly and jeopardizing the all-important hip stability. I guess it's hard to explain. Let's just say it's uncomfortable.
Speaking of uncomfortable, sleeping still stinks. I lie flat on my back with both legs up on pillows, and I'm stuck in that position all night. I've learned to stay asleep, which is good. For the first two weeks I was waking up every hour feeling sore and stiff. Now I'm so used to it I don't even notice.
Other than all that, I'm doing well. No pain in the hip or leg, hives gone, incision still healing well, vital signs completely normal.
The situation with the kids was good today. Lots of fun activities, including something called a Stomp Rocket, which was a huge hit with Thing One. Even when the day goes well, though, it's pretty damn exhausting. I need to find out if I'm allowed to have a martini.
