Thanks everybody for the good wishes.
Wednesday Sept. 27
Admission to the hospital. Got a one time radiation treatment in order to get the metal growing into the bone quicker than it would with medication.
Thursday Sept. 28
Operation at 7.30am. Woke up 'round noon I think, quite painful it was my leg and in the evening they discovered why: the pain med wasn't dripping well. Didn't sleep much that first night.
They used a fairly new method called ARS resurfacing, which means they didn't cut off my bone head, but covered it with a meatal cap pinned into the bone and a metal cup. It's mainly used for sporters but as my bone structure was good enough I got it too.
Friday Sept. 29
Got out of bed and walked a bit with the sticks. Once I knew it was ok, I could go to the bathroom by myself. Got my first fysiotherapy.
Saturday Sept. 30
Walking around a bit, resting a lot, reading Sunshine's beautiful book. Got my fysiotherapy and my first tour on the bike. Late afternoon Henk took me downstairs to the cafetaria where I could smoke a cigarette. He told me other visitors would come and suddenly my youngest daughter and her girlfriend who live way up North, came walking in. Appeared she had to play a play off softball game half way and they decided to come visit me. That was a big surprise.
Sunday Oct. 1
I confiscated a hospital wheelchair and wheeled myself down to the cafetaria now and than to read a bit, smoke a bit, enjoying watching people. Do my fysio chores, watched some telly.
Monday Oct. 2
I had been alone in the room for the weekend and loved it. Monday morning I got a new roommate, a lady who had to undergo the operation too and who was very afraid. She talked contineously and when the hospics took my wheelchair to move patients around, I thought 'My God, what am I doing still here, I want out'. So when the head nurse asked me when I would go home, I said 'Hopefully today' and that seemed no problem at all, me being alright walking with the sticks and all. So I called Henk and late afternoon I was at home, where the medical home care had put a special bed for me in the living room and an adapter on the toilet so I could sit high like on a throne.
Since then I get fysiotherapy every day at home for about 6 weeks and I didn't realize how soft the muscles in my left leg had become after a few years of keeping its movements on a low level.
I have to inject myself daily in my belly with some stuff which will prevent me from getting thrombosis. No big deal, I inject my own sheep too, so why not myself. Small needle, don't even feel it, but must be very alert to do it at the same time every day.
That's about it. It all is progressing way too slow for my taste of course, but I know it needs time to heal and get my muscles sharpened again.
Like scattered leaves...my words will flow