*i was gonna name this post “summer of sam, the reboot” but i am worried that i have the wrong idea about what reboot means.*
sam and i are spending the next few weeks hanging out. the rest of the family is in the good ol u.s. of a doing things like college campus tours for aly and volunteering at camp for all of them. so sam and i are taking the opportunity to become temporary and
totally unqualified food bloggers. (i’ve reassessed and i think maybe we are qualified to be food bloggers, we eat food and I have a blog. i also have an instagram account. maybe that last one makes us overqualified?)
i’ve very casually asked friends on facebook for restaurant recommendations. i’ve been given a handful of suggestions and today we tackled the first one. we’ll give our impressions of it in the next post. i’m going to try to get at least one quote from sam about each restaurant. he’s not exactly a willing participant, but he does know we’re doing this. or i’m doing this and including him. he’ll thank me later.
i’m 5 weeks post op. that’s crazy. but when i look at the recovery time ahead of me it also feels like no time at all. i’m doing my best to only look at the FAI success stories online. that would be so much easier if folks didn’t post their not so successful stories, but that’s the nature of the google, right? so i’ve tightened up my belt because i hear that i’ve got a 6-8 week slump/depression headed my way. i refuse to research this more. and i’m hoping that my stocking up of chocolate and dark chocolate is all i’ll need to weather this storm.
i moved off the crutches this week. spent almost the entire week crutch free. but today i’m back to one. i think this is normal. i returned to work this week, i’ve got 2 hours 3 times a week of PT going on, and another 2 hours a day of exercise/rehab stuff that i do on my own plus just daily life. added up that makes for one fatigued hip. not to mention my angry, angry adductor. and my glutes that aren’t keen to turn on. i think that all means i’m right on track.
speaking of PT. one of my favorite/not favorite things is her tendency to remark how weak i am. how very, very weak i am. how surprisingly weak i am. she says it a lot. and she laughs. and then she giggles. i think it’s meant to be empathetic/encouraging. but I’m not sure about that. however, the 1 hour of heat packs and massage i get totally make it worth it. she is awesome at delivering the hurts so good pain.
totally off topic, we’ve just started watching The Sopranos. we’re only 15 years late to this.
surgery was last thursday. it seems to have gone well. i was worried about pain. i normally handle pain pretty well, but the pain i’d been experiencing before the surgery was making me think my pain tolerance had diminished. thankfully, the pain is less than it was before the surgery. and the lower back pain/tightness that i’d been experiencing for quite a while is gone. i’m super impressed by that. what did they do? shaved some bone and repaired the labrum. i have lots of pictures, but i’ll spare you from most of them. (i know not everybody is a fan of surgical pictures.) this one seems safe, it’s the bone shaving they did.
i left the clinic with instructions to start physical therapy on monday (today), but i was given a pretty tough workout regimen to keep up with until then. this is a workout for time and i’m supposed to do it three times a day. it looks like this.
5 – 10 minutes three times a day i’m supposed to lay on my stomach with my feet hanging off the bed. it’s meant to help with adhesions. and i’ve only missed one of these strenuous workouts. because i was doing this instead.
i managed to pass out while on my crutches. i have this cup they sent home from the surgical clinic with me. it says, “always call. never fall.” turns out they mean to call before you are feeling like you’re going to pass out, because once you feel like it’s going to happen it’s too late to do much more than draw someone’s attention so they can see you falling. i hit my head on the knob of a cabinet on my way down. it doesn’t appear that i injured my leg – i’m really, really, really hoping i didn’t. but i did get to go to the e.r. and i did get to get some stitches. and it’s possible i’ll get a scar. they did lab work and gave me some i.v. fluids. the e.r. doctor suspects i was dehydrated and that the dehydration on top of my body trying to recover from surgery was just too much. i’ve felt fine since i left the hospital. i do worry a bit that it will happen again, but i’m drinking plenty of fluids and my parents are being a little more watchful when i’m up.
here’s hoping the rest of the recovery is easier.
i made it to america. while not my favorite flight it was much better than i thought it would be, partly because the pain wasn’t as intense and i am able to stand fully upright and partly because i had an awesome seat. not upgrade awesome, but more you can leave your seat back the entire flight awesome.
i saw the doctor friday morning. he took some more x-rays and reviewed my MRI. he could see the labrum tear in the MRI, so I don’t really need an MRA. he did say it could provide more diagnostic information, but that it wouldn’t change the treatment. which is arthroscopic surgery. dr #1 said i had a pincer impingement and suspected a tear. dr #2 says i have a pincer impingement, a cam impingement and a labrum tear. i’ve been scheduled for surgery at the end of this month. he’ll go in and reshape the hip bone, reshape the femur head, and repair the labrum. i’ll be on crutches 2 or 3 weeks and he’ll clear me to fly home 3 weeks after surgery. my surgery is scheduled for the end of this month, but i’m on the waiting list for a cancelation and it would be really, really great if i got in earlier.
the pain continues to get better. it’s still constant, but it’s much more low grade with some peaks to medium strength if i try to pivot or bend or have to stand or sit. but that is so much better than it was and so much more tolerable.
and the jet lag. it’s currently 2:30 in the morning and i am wide awake. this doesn’t bode well for tomorrow.
my hip hurts. it really, really hurts. and by that i mean it really, really, really hurts. but the really, really, really hurt has only been going on for the past two weeks. before that it was only annoying with an occasional flair up of the maybe there’s really a problem variety. i’d blamed it on turning 40 (you know, a few years ago) and one of the costs of leading a sedentary life for most of my 20s and 30s. on occasion i had to make some adaptations, but they were temporary. this pain escalation caused me to go have it looked at.
one of the impressive things about medical care here is the lack of red tape. i went to the orthopedic walk in clinic at the local hospital, the doctor there came highly recommended. i waited about half an hour. saw the doctor. had an X-ray, the doctor consulted the X-ray and i was done in 45 minutes tops. the X-ray showed a bone spur on my right hip. this didn’t concern the doctor, but the pain and limited mobility did so he sent me for an MRI.
(funny X-ray story. the tech had to consult a chart to determine where to set the dials on the X-ray machine. then he consulted a book to find out what position i should be place in.)
i called the MRI clinic at 7pm. they had me come in at 9pm. i had my MRI, it included having my feet masking taped together, and was home by 11pm. i went back to the doctor the next night, yes, within 24 hours, and he read the MRI report. turns out the bone spur was an issue. maybe the issue. he diagnosed me with something called FAI – Femoroacetabular Impingement. the MRI report also said suspect torn anterolateral labrum. but they can’t confirm that here. and i’ve been advised that it’s best to not have it treated here. so in a few days i’m going to fly to america for a second opinion.
i’m not looking forward to the flight. the normal discomfort of tight seats and close neighbors and forever up in the air seems even less appealing when filtered through the really, really, really hurt and the inability to stand up straight.
i missed our 6 year arrival in thailand anniversary – or rather i missed documenting it – so i’m taking a better late than never attitude.
what changed during our 6th year here?
- we’ve goodbye-d our oldest. i know i’ve documented this already, but it was our biggest change this year so what’s one more mention. both michael and i have managed to see him – i went to dallas right before thanksgiving to attend a crossfit kids certification course (which was conveniently located pretty close to where chan’s attending college) and michael had a grad school class to take in texas that occurred during chan’s winter break.
- michael started grad school.
- aly started 11th grade. it sort of feels like it’s the beginning of the end of high school for her. college talk and plans that involve the great big world outside of chiang mai make me uneasy, but at the same time it’s so exciting!
- sam started high school. something about that makes me feel so old. and he’s now 1/2 a head taller than me. (1/2 a head is a legit measurement term.)
- i did not start school. i even took a year off from involvement at the kids’ school. i don’t know if this is the kind of thing that is frowned upon, but it’s been very good for me and the school seems to be functioning just fine – or maybe better – without me.
those are the big things. i’m sure there are many day to day things or even monumental things that i’ve temporarily forgotten. like the trip michael and the kids took to singapore, or the adventure race i ran, the construction job that is happening in our side yard, etc, etc…
we’ve recently gotten our visas extended so we know we’re good for at least one more year (many more we hope).
over the past year or so i’ve found my social circle expanding to include an awesome group of twenty somethings.
until i moved to thailand i had no idea that people actually did that kind of thing – the move to a foreign country thing. okay, i knew people moved countries – what i probably mean is i had no idea i could do that kind of thing and i was totally ignorant of the fact that it was possible for 20 somethings to do such a thing all on their lonesomes. but these guys have all done it. they are all here on a temporary basis – different lengths of temporary – and most of them are still trying to figure out just exactly what they want from life.
they are beginning their journey back to america – one at a time – to figure out the when, where, and how of the next phase of their lives. i am almost certain that they have no idea how much their friendships have meant to me. this whole year has been overshadowed by my first born leaving, moving to another country (not a strange and foreign country, but still not the country i’m in). i am constantly questioning and doubting the job we’ve done preparing him to take on this next challenge. life without his parents. there are so many things he’ll have to make happen. and every time i’ve found myself a little (or a lot) overwhelmed i’ve been able to look to these guys and want what they have for him. and for him to get there he has to take this first step.
i would be proud for my kids to be like these guys. i want to encourage them to head out and do the unknown. to take risks. to live life and live it big. that’s what these guys are doing and they are doing it amazingly well.