This morning I surprised myself...
and walked across my kitchen floor without the aid of a crutch or cane. Just picked up a carton of milk to put back in the fridge and quite simply...walked over to it.
It wasn't all that pretty but it wasn't horrible either. And it felt good.
I won't be doing that too often but ... damn it was a nice feeling. I did it nearly without thinking, just started the steps. For a split second I stopped myself but then let the steps flow anyway.
And in other hip-news: I am off all narcotics as of this past Monday. Which means that when I attempt to drive again this coming weekend - I anticipate a much better result than the last time.
Which means I will likely be discharged to out-patient P.T. next week and the aggressive strengthening exercises will begin. Including learning how to climb stairs again - meaning one foot up/down to one stair and then the other up/down to the next stair, rather than one stair at a time. It is a much bigger deal than it sounds - at least the first time.
Clearly, progress continues. I am grateful every day for my recovery - it has had it's bumps along the way of course but for the most part it has been smooth and without complication.
I am blessed.