Two weeks ago, Aloma had her second hip replacement. I was a wreck, partly because her femur was shattered when her other hip was replaced, and she had no weight-bearing for two months and suffered excruciating pain. I couldn’t bear the thought of something going wrong again. I took her to the hospital at 6:00 a.m. but I was told that I couldn’t stay. I didn’t see her until after 2:00 p.m. That was hard.
The good news is that the surgery went well, and while she has had a lot of pain, she is doing very well, already walking with just a cane.
Her caregiver started off tired. I blame it on the second COVID injection rather than old age. With a lot of duties, during the day and during the night, and watching her suffer, I was barely able to function. But I started regaining my energy the second week, and I now feel better.
I laugh at myself when I think of one thing that I did before the surgery. I wrote a note for the surgeon and asked Aloma to give it to him. I explained about her femur shattering during her first replacement and asked him to drill a big enough hole this time in the femur for the stem of the device to fit. I thought he would be offended and ask to see my medical diploma. But he told me he could not drill a larger hole because of the size of her bones, but he did use a device with a smaller stem. That must have worked.
Seasoned Man
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