I was more-or-less crutch-free today, even outside and on the stairs. The front of the thigh on the operative leg is still painful to the touch, but that might be normal. I still have to take two Darvocet at bedtime to help me sleep through the soreness and stiffness, but other than that I'm feeling almost like my old self. Walking without crutches changes everything. I can carry my own cup of coffee around in the morning, and that makes my day better.
I see the doctor in a week, so I'll know more then. I was hoping he'd lift my restrictions, but it's possible I'll have to wait even longer to drive and take care of the kids by myself. Some say it has to be at least eight weeks for that stuff. I'm starting to feel that the longer I'm stuck in the house, the less confident I'm going to be when I finally can go out. What kind of person under the age of 92 is housebound for 23 days and counting? It's getting like torture.
