Month: November 2017

I’m struck, at least once a day, by the power of this group to connect, listen, inform, and heal. We are not alone. Thank you, Hamsters.

I met with Mass. General’s Dr. Price on Tuesday for my second opinion. Looking at my MRI, he thinks I tore all three hamstring tendons, not just the two that the MRI initially reported. I went big after all.

We scheduled surgery for this coming Tuesday, Dec. 5, which is exactly a month out from my injury. I’m relieved to have a date. Onward. Thanks, Hammy Tribe.

I had my first session of PT on Tuesday and did the exercises at home on Wednesday. And today I spent the whole day in bed, because everything from my tailbone down to the back of my knee hurt like a mother f*cker.

Ankle pumps, quad sets, calf raises, side-lying abduction, and passive knee flexion. I’ve been doing the pumps and quad sets from day 1 PO. The other 3 were new (3 weeks PO). I’ll talk to my PT tomorrow about how many hours/days should be between certain exercises to allow for recovery. And I know there will be trail & error and a lot of trying to listen to my body.

But you know – and bear with me if this is too woo-woo for you – right now it just feels like there is a massive cluster-f*ck of energy all tied up in my upper leg. I don’t really want to do knee bends & quad squeezes. I want someone to put their hands on my leg and break up the tension with a good blast of…I dunno what. Electricity? Streams of light? Pink hearts, yellow moons, and blue diamonds..? …Anyone feel me? Reiki?

Yes! Found the perfect pants to wear with my hip brace! Can’t find my size yet, though…

We got this.

Look, Hamsters. The wound *is* where the light enters you. At least on an MRI… (‘scuze my backside) Happy Thanksgiving from here in the ‘States. I’m so grateful for this community and all the stories you share. Have a happy day.

By some awful or wonderful twist of fate this week, the hind leg of my daughter’s toy puppy was broken when he got stuck under the ottoman in the livingroom. Now Barney and I each have a bum right leg.

How’s that for sympathy pains? Good dog.

I MacGyvered the best splint I could for Barney. He’s a battery-powered pup that barks and walks; it took some work to get his gait even so he wasn’t barking in circles.

Patching up the puppy pulled me out of my self-pity pit today. A healing moment for both of us.