Not much to report for today. I had another session of Physiotherapy with the walker this morning, with a different Physio, who discovered that I had a physical reason for not being able to lift my foot from the floor. The swelling and inflammation in my hip was causing a slight impingement of the muscle, making it feel like the joint was loose; this should settle down once I have had the procedure to inject cortisone into the joint tomorrow, so nothing to be too concerned about for now. I still feel like I have made some progress with my walking though and was glad that I kept up with the exercises that they left me yesterday. I have been making a mental note to do a couple each hour or so and soon noticed a difference in how my knees/ankles were moving. I might not be able to lift that foot from the floor yet, but I was at least taking steps in a more natural way than before and following through with a good knee bend – baby steps, but all in the right direction.
My Rheumy visited later on in the afternoon and was pleased to see me on my feet, making the most of being able to stand again! He agreed with the Physio, that there was a physical reason for me not being able to lift the foot, and said it should benefit from the procedure tomorrow. I am due to have cortisone injected into both hip joints via ultrasound guidance, nothing too major but because it is such a deep joint it has to be done using local anaesthetic, in a sterile environment and with a lot of preparation. I am a little concerned this time round; when I had something similar last week, I was in so much pain that I probably tolerated more than I would usually, so maybe this time will hurt? I’m not having it done by the radiographer either, but my Rheumy’s Registrar, who doesn’t fill me with a lot of confidence (not that I doubt his competency, I think it is just his manner). I just have to tell myself that the overall benefits will be worth the pain, and remind myself that anything that can prevent that original pain coming through again has to be worthwhile.
I had a number of visitors today, which was lovely; my boyfriend’s mum and grandma came for a couple of hours in the afternoon and then my dad and boyfriend came in the evening. They found a wheelchair and took me for a ride round the (huge) hospital, which doesn’t sound like much but it was great to escape the confines of my room and get a breath of semi-fresh air from passing the front entrance, shame about the smokers! My boyfriend was allowed to stay past visiting hours so that he could help me wash and change for bed, he even shaved my legs for me bless him. Despite having to swallow my pride on numerous occasions during my stay, I was not ready to show off my hairy leggedness during the procedure tomorrow!
I got a bit emotional this evening too; I don’t know if it’s because of the extra morphine but I suddenly felt quite ‘loved up’ and started telling everyone I loved them and how grateful I was for their support. I know I will probably cringe at this tomorrow, since I find it hard to be open with my feelings a lot of the time. Even though they run deep and I want people to know just how much I love and appreciate them, it isn’t always easy to just say so, so maybe I should be thankful to the morphine for giving me the opportunity.
Because, I know I keep saying it, but if it wasn’t for the people I have around me, this would be so much harder; I’m not sure how I would cope.