Hippy Times #07 🏋🏻‍♀️

Very early on Thursday morning 3 am – I am awake though not really sure why……. Just can’t sleep.  Because we are not very mobile around here at the moment post op, we have to wear these inflatable pads around our calf.  They inflate and then with the noise of what I can only describe as an iron lung, deflate, and then the same happens on the other side and this goes on day and night to ensure that circulation is maintained and blood clots do not form.  Until now, the sensation of a balloon suddenly forming around your lower leg and the noise of expelling air incessantly all night has not been a problem except for the fact that I believe there is an ulterior motive ……….. as you are not allowed to bend more than 90 degrees post operatively with a hip replacement, you are unable to wrench the Velcro lose and detach these from your lower extremities without the help of a nurse.  So, you are confined to bed, they know exactly where you are and you cannot move unless they come and release you.  Saying that, until now, it has not been a problem as I seem to have been able to live with the noise in the background but for some reason, tonite, I can’t block it out and each ‘breath’ the machine takes seems to be louder and louder.

I call for the nurse, I know she’ll be fine as it is the lovely Charlene who has so much patience and joy at any hour of the night and always up for a chat.  She really is born to this work, I just feel that with her calm and gentle nature, it wouldn’t matter what happened, she would make sure everything was OK.  I am duly released and Charlene says, let me know when you are ready to sleep again and I’ll come back and put these on.  I explain the situation I find myself in, annoyance with the noise that is hampering my sleep and she agrees to let me sleep without them for the rest of the night.

Settled back in bed after a quick cuppa, I relax to try and get a couple more hours.  That noise is still there!  Immediately I think she has detached the pads but forgotten to switch off the machine, I sit up, listen for the noise and horror of horrors realise it’s not the machine at all but the man in the room next door snoring in sync with his machine so rather than sporadic noises of an iron lung it’s continuous – OMG, it’s so loud.  I hobble out of bed to shut his bedroom door and then shut mine as well.  Phew, at least now it only seems like a low-level drone and sleep does come again.  I wake suddenly to a noise and look up from my bed, somebody is in my room.  A voice says, I’m just dropping off the clean sheets and towels – what the hell???  It’s 6 am, he has come charging through the auto closing bedroom door and left it to close behind him, walked across the room to leave the sheets and towels on the chair furthest from the door and exited again leaving the door to auto close with a clank of metal behind him.  Seriously, I know they have stuff to do at these hospitals but ………

I figure this is a sign I am on the mend, little annoyances and lack of fresh air are getting to me – I’d make an attempt at escape via the lift out to the front of the building to get some fresh air if it wasn’t raining so hard.

Nothing for it but to get up I suppose.  Charlene comes around and takes my morning Blood Pressure which is all good and I decide to watch the news and read.

Lexi comes in and we are mid conversation when the porter turns up at the door – 7.45 am.  He’s the same guy as the false start yesterday.  I need to go for a scan to check there are no blood clots in my legs.  It’s a long journey through the corridors of the hospitals across to the private clinic for this event.  He wheels me along calling me ‘lady’ – a very strange term in a sentence of – so are you getting out today lady?  Or is that just me?  Scans completed, veins all clear, I am put back in the corridor on the trolley and told that they will order transport.  So I lie there waiting for 20 minutes until Martin, the other porter turns up and wheels me back to my room.

In my absence, breakfast has been delivered – and now it’s cold congealed scrambled egg.  I’ll pop along to the little kitchen and whack it in the microwave to nuke it warm again.  Lexi obviously has departed for the office by now and taken with her the coffee I didn’t get to drink – that’s OK as I know that David will be along soon with a fresh cup.  I hungrily eat the eggs, which doesn’t take long as I seem really hungry today so almost inhale them and sit back looking at my gluten free toast which I am trying to resist the temptation to eat until I have coffee to go with it.

After what seems like an absolute age, here’s David with the coffee – YAY!

Once we have had our morning rendezvous and David has gone, I have my shower and wash and dry my hair.  I just return to the room to sit down and Dr Chen arrives.  This is what I have been waiting for.  Dr Chen announces that he doesn’t think there is anything too untoward in my blood and that it will correct itself.  He feels that it may be a reaction by my body to the trauma (operation) and / or I was given a steroid during the operation that is not in my notes and that temporarily halted the operation of my adrenals. I am however a little anaemic but that is definitely just a post op thing.  What a relief, let’s get on with life.  He prescribes cortisol tablets for the next few weeks and a follow up with him after some blood test on 13 April.  This means I am now cleared to go to rehab tomorrow.

I have been doing my daily walking around the floor and my prescribed exercises and now have a visit from the physio who says that they don’t need to see me so long as I keep doing the exercises and I will get an exercise plan when I get to rehab.  However, she has had word from my surgeon that he does not want me walking without the aid of my stick for about another 10 days until we have ensured that there is some strength in the bone and muscles around the replacement.  That’s fine, I have no issues with that at all.

After my shower this morning, I haven’t replaced my Ted stockings.  Pressure stockings with holes in the toes – why, I am not sure but bloody annoying in the middle of the night when you can feel your toes poking through – I decide to call for a new pair.  These are delivered by the AIN …Assistant in Nursing …and another junior member of the nursing staff.  They are rolled up and then unceremoniously unrolled across my foot and leg – but they are not straight and my toes immediately reveal themselves – a long conversation ensues about where the reinforced heel piece should be – I thought it was obvious it should be on my heel but hey I’m happy to explain this.  It fills a few moments of the day and off they go.

Morning turns to afternoon and as I am off to rehab tomorrow, I need more clothing.  It’s difficult to explain one set of black leggings from another to somebody who is not inside your head so David makes a Face Time call so that I can talk him through my wardrobe to pick the right ones.  Low and behold, before I know it, here he is.  I thought he was going to get an Uber here or walk as he needed to bring the small suitcase and more clothes but he has learnt from me that you can transport a good deal of stuff in all sorts of shapes and sizes on a scooter so here he is.

As you know, yesterday I was treated to curry, today, it’s David’s homemade Bolognese sauce with garlic bread.  He even brought some parmesan.  Yum, something to look forward to for this evening.

Departure of David, I can walk him to the lift now, and arrival of Lexi who tells me about her day and shows me some amazing computerised walk through of a site she is working on as an interior designer – it’s incredible what you can do with computers these days.

Just after 7, she leaves or in her words, I throw her out!  This is not the case but I do need to warm my dinner and settle for the evening.  I’m moving to rehab tomorrow.  Will be transported by the hospital and am quite keen to get there and see what they have in store for me.

Good night all

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Hippy Times #06 🏋🏻‍♀️

Hello …… Wednesday morning and I have only woken up because I need to go to the bathroom – a good solid 6 hours sleep which unfortunately has left me with a headache.  So just lying in bed dozing because I can’t make a morning cuppa until after the blood tests – have been told this will be at 6 am.  Around 6.15 am this lovely nurse breezes in and takes yet more of my blood – seriously the amount that has been taken away in the last few days makes me feel I should be lacking.

That completed and out of the way, here comes the blood pressure test which is the highest reading so far – great news.  I still have swollen, rock hard legs and belly – hmmm.  So off I go on my walk followed by my exercises.  Anything in the form of exercise will get me excited as many of you know.

I am still keeping in touch with the outside world of all things gym and a very good and dear friend of mine, Kath Vaca, will be competing soon.  It has been a long haul for her in terms of prep and getting to where she truly wanted to be before she went on stage just a few weeks ago … see the photo.

Kath then took a week “Off” which technically meant she could eat different foods but still train and then she was straight back into it to prepare for the ICN competition on 21/22 April.  It’s her session with Phil Harding today, (our Coach), and I know that Lexi will be at the gym immediately prior to Kath so have asked if she would take some pics for me to see how Kath is looking just over four weeks out.  I get so excited to see the progress and the definition in the muscles.  Here’s Lexi – she’s taken videos and pics of Kath who I think is looking good if a little tired!!  Carb depletion and low mood is setting in and so I try some words of encouragement to see if we can ease her along this last few weeks.

Breakfast is delivered.  I eat my scrambled egg and wait with anticipation to see David come through the door with a coffee so that I can have my toast with it.  David, as those of you who know us will attest to, is a gentle, loving and thoughtful soul and a truly wonderful hubby.  He has been zipping around on my scooter coming to the hospital twice a day bearing rations.  A delicious large coffee in the morning and any number of little treats that will help me in recovery and I think relieve the boredom.  Today I am treated to brioche hot cross buns – yum, I’ll have one of those with lashings of butter for afternoon tea.  We sit and chat about all things in the world and little jobs to do as we prepare for our move to Europe – this episode has put the cat amongst the pigeons I can tell you, but David is powering on with getting things organised, clearing cupboards and pandering to my every whim.

I hear on the news today that they are launching Scooti in Melbourne – this is a scooter version of Uber – fantastic idea, what fun to be one of the Scooti drivers. We dissect the happenings of MKR the previous night and although I haven’t been watching MAFS, we chat about some of the characters involved in that too.

We are going to be staying in an Airbnb property for a while immediately after vacating our apartment which is close by the hospital so David is going to do a drive by on his way home today.  We have worked out that he needs to go down the road that I can see from my hospital room window so we’re going to see if we can actually see each other as he zips by.  Well, he did say he will stop and wave so let’s see.

So, off he goes, I wait by the window and here he comes down the road in his bright yellow waterproof jacket, stops and looks up and it’s just lovely to wave from 7 floors up and he can see me.  Then, there’s this voice from behind “Mrs Williams’?  and I turn to see a porter standing in my doorway who says – what are you doing, waving to the people?  So I’m explaining its my hubby and the porter says well, I’m here to take you for a scan.  Oh I say, I had no idea I was having anything today.  They are really good around her advising you of what you may be subjected to during the day and so I was surprised they hadn’t said anything.  However, not being one to argue or question (ha ha ha) I get on the trolley, get covered with a lovely warmed blanket and off we go.  We get to the lift and he pushes the trolley half way in and a young man who I’ve seen behind reception a couple

of times comes running over.  He enquires of the porter if that’s Mrs Williams he has on the trolley?  Yes, the porter responds.  Sorry says the young man, it’s the wrong patient – you need the patient from room 771 not 770 – Mrs Williams doesn’t go for hers until tomorrow.  OK, about turn and back to the room.

I’ve decided to make some changes to one of my online client’s programs.  Her progress is slow but steady however she seems to be finding reasons to eat off plan at regular intervals – well, when I say reasons it’s actually just because she’s not good with temptation which is what has got her to where she is today.  She has been losing weight but we still have a way to go and I am dreading Easter for her as I just think it’s a huge watch point.

It’s just routine stuff, normal course of events throughout the day.  Dr Nick Vertzyas visits early and is happy with the hippy progress.  He thinks that a dietary supplement drink will help so prescribes something that will be delivered this afternoon – how intriguing.  I am now well engrossed in meal choices and exercise routines for the aforementioned online client.

I don’t think I have mentioned previously that a young lady comes around every morning with her computer on a trolley and takes our orders for dinner that day, breakfast and lunch the following day.  It’s basically the same choices – eggs, bacon, tomato, sausage, toast, juice, cereal, congee for breakfast and I’ve had the same thing every day – scrambled egg with tomato. So, my stock standard answer is ‘same as yesterday please’.  This could also be the answer for the other meals as there’s always a choice of chicken, fish or steak with salad or veggies, rice or potato and dessert is custard or jelly.  She is very sweet but somehow seems a little unenthusiastic about her job – I suppose travelling the floors asking the same questions day in, day out could do that to a person.

Change over of nurses and I am advised that I won’t be going to rehab before Friday as they want to nail down this blood issue before I leave and I can’t see Dr Chen until the results come through on Thursday.  He’ll probably breeze in sometime early evening again.

Duly completing my exercises and the physio visiting, I am now walking unaided even up and down the stairs – I am very impressed and so are the staff here.  They say that I am really ready for rehab and it will probably only be for 2 or 3 days.  This announcement makes me very happy – you never know if you are making good progress or not but can only keep trying and it’s unanimous that because I was fit before the op, the recovery time is so very much less than it would have been.

The weather in Sydney today is not so good … … it’s absolutely raining cats and dogs and blowing a gale but I’m tucked up warm inside looking out the window as I see the cars going by with a swish swash of windscreen wipers and pedestrians walking along fighting with that ever challenging umbrella to try and stay dry.

Lunch comes and goes – not that appetizing and I’m so engrossed in reading fitness magazines that the day breezes by.  The promised drink from Dr Nick arrives – oh yuk, it’s like condensced milk.  Bonus, it’s really well chilled but seriously it’s thick and sweet but is supposed to improve with the lack of albumin in my blood so I sip on it during the afternoon.  You can also get albumin from egg white – I think that’s my preferred source.  At around 4.30 pm I look out the window and the weather is threatening.  I know the nice thing to do is to tell my dear husband not to worry about coming up here this evening so that he doesn’t have to get drenched whilst riding scootie but I want to see him so keep my hand away from texting and giving him any options.

5.00 pm comes and yay here’s the second highlight of my day – David’s second visit.  He’s brought me some dinner.  Not fancying what was on the menu, David has brought me contraband in the form of curry and rice that I can heat in the microwave down the hall – he makes a mean curry.  This also means that I don’t have to eat at the allotted time of 6 pm which I am finding a little early and can time my dining to the start of MKR.  So, just before the heavens open, David scoots off home.

Lexi comes in on her way home from the office with Adries.  We sit and chat and when it gets near to 7 pm, I unceremoniously tell them they have to go so I can prepare my dinner and watch my show.  Off they trundle.  I organise my room and just prior to the start of the program, heat the curry and

hurry back to my room closing the door so the whole floor doesn’t get to experience a curry smell.  Uh oh, didn’t work, here comes Kellie, the nurse, to find out where that gorgeous aroma is emanating from.  With bowl in hand and spoon half way to my mouth, I can’t deny it’s me but sorry, no spare portion.

The usual evening routine ensues, change of nurse from Kellie to the deliciously smelling Charlene, BP tests and a couple of laps of the floor before relaxing (again!!) in bed.

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Hippy Times #05 🏋🏻‍♀️

Tuesday morning dawns …. well, it’s been a long time coming as I mentioned yesterday as sleep was very hard to come.  Anyhow, time to get my act together and get up and have a shower and wash and blow dry my hair – that always makes one feel more human I believe.

So, that job done, I do my static exercises, I don’t think I have mentioned these yet.  There are four exercises to do whilst lying in bed – at least they are exercises and it gets me quite pumped to think I am actually allowed to move.  So here they are:

Heel pumps – basically lying down and performing ankle flexion

Quad squeeze – lying down and squeezing your quads to push the backs of your knees into the mattress

Knee bends – lying down bending one knee, keeping foot flat on the mattress and sliding heel up towards buttocks as far as possible and back down again

Buttock squeezes – so basically glute squeeze holding for 5 seconds then releasing.

Each of these above exercises to be done every hour 10 reps each

Breakfast arrives – scrambled eggs and tomato, protein bread and black coffee – delicious way to start the day.  I should add the coffee doesn’t come from the catering staff but from my trusty training partner who pops in each morning after her gym session and brings me a lovely fresh large coffee.

Another round of injections and blood pressure checks, tablets and questions on my general wellbeing.

The physio arrives for my daily walk.  He rocks up with crutches and I ask if we can please go with the walking stick instead.  A little thought goes into this request, but eventually he acquieces and we set off round the corridors of the hospital.  When we have done a couple of laps, he suggests a go at the stairs to see how we progress.  Seems pretty easy going up – coming down needs a little more concentration.

I am now progressing extremely well I am told and can move onto some new exercises whilst still doing the bed based exercises.  So here are the new ones

Standing hip flexion, standing hip abduction, hip extension, mini squats, hip hitching (basically raising your hip bone upwards keeping leg straight), hip flexor stretch and glute bridges.  If nothing else, these exercises fill in time and need to be completed three times a day and the ward walks 2 or 3 times morning and afternoon.

Not much happening today around the rooms, I am waiting for the endocrinologist to visit – Dr Chen.  I have been told it will be this afternoon which can stretch to 10 pm in a hospital and is still considered afternoon.  There seems to be confusion as to when I will be going to Waratah Private hospital for rehab.  This is also dependent on the Dr Chen visit.  My legs are so swollen and rock hard as is my stomach and nobody seems to know why or how to fix this just that it will fix itself at some point!!

My first bad bad meal – everything looked grey on the plate and was almost undistinguishable between the grey fish, grey mash and grey cauliflower.  Think I’ll give it a miss and have some emergency rations in the form of tomato, gluten free bread, avo, yoghurt and raspberries (not all in the same bowl I’ll have you know).

Mr Chen rocks up in a flurry at about 7.30 pm just as MKR is starting – bugger, I’ll miss the beginning.  He asks lots of questions and is unable to offer a reason or solution to my lack of cortisol, potassium and albumin in the blood until after we have done some tests.  He stops the intravenous cortisol and puts me on a lower dose tablet advising that blood will be taken in the morning as it needs to be fasting blood tests.  With that, he flurries out again.

MKR now my sole focus followed by The Good Doctor – a great evenings viewing.  Finish off with a couple of chapters of my book and then to see if I can sleep.  I’ll let you know tomorrow how I go….

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Hippy Times #04 🏋🏻‍♀️

So here we are it’s 2.25 am on Tuesday morning and sleep seems hard to come by.  Watched a couple of episodes of Scandal on Foxtel on Demand and had a couple of hours sleep but am feeling wide awake now so thought I would finish off Monday. During the latter part of the afternoon, my surgeon, Dr Nick Vertzyas visits.  He looks pretty dapper in his chinos, shirt and jacket and is accompanied by another assistant whose job it seems is to take notes of what is said.

Dr Nick, as I now call him as I’m never quite sure of the right pronunciation of his name, checks on my hip dressing and advises that he has looked at the X-rays taken earlier and all is good.  However, he wants to talk a bit about the lack of cortisol and now potassium in my blood.  Lack of cortisol production can be caused by taking steroids – not something I have ever done, but the Dr relays a story about a patient he had recently who had been taking protein supplements which unbeknown to him contained steroids and his knees had been so badly effected that he could no longer walk.  This was the side effect of taking something sold over the counter that did not list all ingredients.  As I understand it, it can also be a side effect of drugs taken for asthma and diabetes along with some Chinese herbal remedies.

I found this news upsetting as this can affect your bone density and a myriad of other things – life is not plain sailing and sometimes an illness is obvious, such as my hip replacement and then due to something that happens during the process of rectifying the known illness, something else is discovered.  I am ‘lucky’ that Dr Nick picked this up I am told – hmm I’m thinking, define lucky.  But, one of Dr Nick’s passions at Uni was a fascination with endocrinology and when he heard about my blood pressure over the weekend, just knew there must be something else wrong.  It is quite common for your blood pressure to be low after a spinal injection, but it should come back up once that is worn off and mine wasn’t so he decided to investigate a little further.  Well, apparently it can be fixed and the endocrinologist will be the one to do this.  I am waiting to see her and hope this is not going to cause any or too much delay in my recovery.

Nurse comes to give me my injections and once again take my blood pressure.  I almost feel like celebrating when she tells me it’s up to 102 / 67.  Oxygen saturation is 96 and pulse is 80 – gee I seem quite healthy. It did get to me a bit earlier in the evening. When Lexi visited I was teary and had a shoulder to cry on. It’s not like me to wallow in self pity as although all this is not straight forward, I am still better off than millions of other people around the world and very lucky to have access to such attentive medical brilliance.

Change of shift for nurses and now I have Charlene.  A beautiful young lady from Singapore who immediately instils confidence with her presence and demeanour.  She also smells delicious – it’s Chanel she says.  Where I had an injection in the cannula (which has been in my arm since pre-op) it feels very hot and there is an underlying red ‘rash’ running up my arm.  Is this OK I ask Charlene?  It feels really hot.  No, it’s not OK she says and so proceeds to remove it explaining that a new one will be inserted in the morning – that’s something to look forward to!

Bloating and constipation have also set in, probably through the complete change of meal plan and lack of activity. My stomach is rock hard so now we have to sort out my digestion.  It’s one thing after another, but the mind needs to stay strong and positive that we will overcome all these little additional hurdles as well as the one we were originally here for – the hip replacement.

I hope that all this detail isn’t a bore and you feel that you are trawling through stuff to see where there’s anything fitness related but I feel it’s important to share the thoughts and processes that go on when we experience these ups and downs and are sidelined by things we really don’t expect. Being physically fit has a core foundation in being mentally fit and this, I know, will be a determining factor on my speed of recovery and return to the gym!

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Hippy Times #03 🏋🏻‍♀️

So this will be a longish blog to take me through from Saturday morning to Monday morning – have some catching up to do.

Had to check in at the hospital at 10.30 am on Saturday.  Fill out yet more paperwork and double check the previous paperwork we did at pre-admission – yawn, yawn.  Up to my room and a little disappointed that I was a late addition to the operating list and therefore had to have a room at the back of the building overlooking a building site.  Still, I knew I was going to be asleep for the majority of the day and when I came round it would probably be dark so for day one I wouldn’t make a fuss – that makes a change I hear you all say.  Margaret Marigold (yes, that’s her real name) was my nurse.  A beautiful Irish lady who was obviously born to be a nurse – she was fantastic.  She went to check the operating list and told me it would be around 2.30 pm that I would go to theatre.  Imagine my surprise when the porter turned up at 1.20 pm and said he had come to take me to theatre – OK, so now the nerves set in with gusto!

I was wheeled down to the operating room and introduced to loads of people – assistant surgeon, anethestist, assistant anethetist etc etc and finally my surgeon came in.  They gave me the lovely medical wine as they fondly refer to it to put me to sleep after explaining they would give me an injection in my spine as well – now that really sounded scary and then they assured me it would be ……….. gone ….. all hazy, somfifin aaabutwin I woz unda genereeeeal – sweating subsided, in heaven!

The next thing I know, I am back in my room waking up to David.  Then the brain kicks in and you look for or rather feel for the pain – hmmm odd, can’t feel a thing.  So discretely reach a hand down to my leg to make sure it’s still there.

Feel pretty groggy and my blood pressure was low so although I had ordered a chicken dinner, the surgeon had changed it to liquids only – broth and jelly – and considering how much I usually eat and had nothing since 5 am that morning I was pretty hacked off I can tell you.  Anyhow, as I said earlier, I’ll do as I’m told. (David edit .. thats a first!)

Sleep was hard to come by that night as they were checking blood pressure every 30 minutes by a very sweet young contract nurse from the north of England who spent the best part of 10 minutes trying to take my blood pressure – tried both arms, couldn’t hear a thing.  That didn’t fill me with much confidence I can tell you.

Morning finally came and so did the Physio – a lovely young lady named Gabby who was to get me to sit up and do some leg exercises in bed.  So, we did a few knee raises and I promptly felt dizzy with all the exertion.  I laid down and looked so awful that Gabby decided to call the nurse – my blood pressure had dropped to just below 70 / 40 with my heart rate being 46 beats per minute.  WOW, it was scary coz it felt like I was in the emergency room in Grey’s Anatomy of one of those other hospital programs.  So, eventually got back up to 80 and panic over but still needed to get higher for their satisfaction.  It was decided that although day one should be exercise and sitting on the edge of the bed, for me it would be a rest day.  As those of you who know me would realise, rest day is an alien term for me but I was told to rest, eat and sleep – OMG how was I going to manage that.  Well I had a surrogate nurse in my training partner Lexi who turned up to make sure that I did follow protocol and she say vigil by my side all day and into the evening – great friends and training partners are very hard to come by and I am so lucky to have her in my life.  I spoke to the official nurse to ask if I could be moved to a room on the other side of the building with views of the back of Paddington – she said there was a waiting list but they would see what they could do.

Spent the evening have a very awkward bed bath, a very new experience which I hated.  Then I watched My Kitchen Rules (MKR), an episode of Scandal on my phone and fell asleep only to be woken about 2 hours later when they came to check on my blood pressure and empty that dreadful catheta – makes me feel so old and decrepit having one of those but gee – it’s so convenient.  Was happy to doze off again and woken in another two hours for yet more checks and injections – so much stuff goes on in hospital, you appear to be busy all the time – cortisol by injection, pain relief by injection, check blood pressure, check oxygen levels and heartbeat, check fluids and so on….  Dozed off again to be woken two hours later by my vampire anaesthetist checking on me and to have more blood taken.

So, my morning visitor, Lexi, arrived ... I think she camped out in the hospital lobby … to check on me and make me jealous by recounting her work out for the morning – huh if only I could be there too.  Breakfast came – was gluten free cornflakes, banana,  scrambled eggs, tomato and toast.  The coffee is a disaster so David has to bring that when he comes.  I tell you, this fussing over me is very alien but I think I am coping quite well.

And now to physio again and everyone is nervous after yesterday’s episode.  However, blood pressure holding at 96 / 67 and of course I’ve eaten so feeling better. Did a few stretches in bed and then up with the huge walking frame but only about 5 steps forward and 5 steps backwards for four sets (ha ha just had to get a training reference in there somewhere) and then back to bed and he said he would be back in the afternoon.

This last lot of blood confirmed that although your adrenal glands produce your own cortisol my were not working and this was a contributing factor to my low blood pressure.  A professor came to see me this morning and explained all this, but then said we need an endocrinologist to sort it out for me and meantime we would still be taking it via injection every 8 hours. The cause for this issue – not clear!

They have also asked me to go to residential rehab after hospital as results are quicker and it’s good to be coached in this type of thing.  So, I will be going to Waratah private in Hurstville when discharged from here.

Oh what joy, they have come to move me to a different room on the other side as requested.  Not sure what happened to the long waiting list but who cares when I am now in a sunny room looking at Paddington terraces and trees – makes a whole lot of difference.

David’s here – hip hip (pun) hooray and he has coffee – big celebration.

Martin, the porter has turned up at my door – says he’s here to take me to x-ray and could I get on the trolley.  I explain that I am hooked up to a drip and a catheta and have only been out of bed once since the op.  So, off he trundles to find a walking frame.  Not so hard, make my way to the trolley and off we go to x-ray.  He advises I’ll be gone for about 45 minutes so David goes off to Paddington for lunch and I’ll text him when I’m back.

You may know that they are building a new section of St Vincent’s and when they take you from the hospital to the clinic for x-rays you have to be wheeled through these temporary corridors in three different sets of lifts and past the kitchen – or perhaps they will throw me in the stock pot!!  Same thing happens in x-ray – can you get yourself off the trolley and onto the x-ray machine?  Raising my eyes heavenward I again explain the situation and they agree to transfer me from one to the other by sliding me across.  Not the easiest thing to do, lie on the side where you have just had an operation to have an x-ray taken but with a little grunting we managed.

Back in my room, Lunch arrives (eating all the time) and David is back with fresh coffee.  Then the physio is here again and wants me to walk a whole lap of the floor.  Nervous to put weight on that leg because of the pain I had before the op but with encouragement it all went well and I was almost trotting round the floor – a bit of an exaggeration but it felt good.  Has really lifted my spirits. Arriving back in the room I have to do some heel raises, leg abduction and adduction and some mini squats – how good that feels.

I have had the most amazing flowers from Peter and Sharon Ivany – bright room, bright flowers and bright friends – what more could a girl want.

The afternoon nurse – Bethany has come to remove my drips and catheta – yay for freedom from tubes.

So now we are up to date as of mid afternoon Monday 19 March – that’s all for now folks and I’ll try and write up my progress daily so you don’t have to trawl through the long diatribe every time.

Appreciate everything in your life – it’s amazing how much we take for granted when it’s taken away – such as what we believe is the simple art of walking!

Hippy Times … 🏋🏻‍♀️