I must have overdone it with the two walks yesterday, because I was really tired today. I took a nap in the morning and a nap in the afternoon, and I still feel a little out of it. I also have some pain down the front of the thigh of the operative leg when I walk. Hopefully it's just because the muscles are healing.
I've been reading things I shouldn't read--hip replacement horror stories. Something called osteolysis is the most common reason for an implant to fail. Osteolysis occurs when particles from the prosthesis break off and are attacked as foreign bodies by the immune system. Because the implant is attached to bone, the immune system ends up also attacking the bone. This leads to bone loss and a loosening of the implant. Some people claim that osteolysis also kickstarts chronic autoimmune diseases, but I'm not sure there's any science to back that up. Regardless, I don't want osteolysis. There is no way for anyone to know how long my prosthesis will last, or what kinds of complications I may or may not experience over the next months and years. I just have to wait it out and hope for the best.
Lee spent almost all weekend out in the backyard with the kids. Thing One is into catching bugs and launching his Spitfire glider, while Thing Two practices walking very fast with his mail cart. It gets lonely inside, so I've been standing around a bit in the yard watching everything. I try to participate, but it's a challenge. Today Thing One called out for help, but when I went to find out what he needed, he ran away from me screaming "I want daddy! I want daddy!" He had spotted a beetle up in the crape myrtle and wanted help reaching it. He knew I couldn't lift him, so he didn't want my help. I'm still depressed about it. I can't stress enough how desperate I am for life to get back to normal.
