I was very fortunate in my convalescence. My injury occurred on the last day of April and I was whisked from the hospital four days later. I spent the next three weeks at an exclusive and very private facility that was fully equipped for people with mobility issues.
The lovely and gracious Mrs ERJ hovered over me, peeling grapes, listened to my rambling and doing everything humanly possible to make my life easier.
Furthermore, I was very close to pain-free. Part of that may be that the surgery severed some nerves in my leg but every cloud has a silver lining.
Those halcyon days are behind me now.
In retrospect, it is amazing how much I took for granted being able to pick up 50 pounds and being able to carry it 200 feet over undulating ground.
Salt, grain bags, lawn mowers, fence posts, spools of wire.... The list is almost endless.
Tomorrow marks two weeks of P.T. and I am sore. It is a good kind of soreness but it is still soreness. The P.T. guys are still dialing in which body-parts need the most work and the effort/reps but I think they are getting close.
I am happy with the results. Ican now carry fifteen pounds 100 feet over undulating ground at about 1/3 the speed I effortlessly achieved before the accident.
I also found a way to get some push-ups into my routine. My left hand is still impaired which precludes the standard forward-leaning position but I found a quarter-wall (24" high) with a rough top surface that is hand-friendly. Since this wall is where I do my 40 minutes of walking I can squeeze out a few push-ups each time around the track.
Yeah! Another set of sore muscles...that is, another set of muscles getting stronger.
The vehicle situation here at Hacienda ERJ is a good metaphor for how things are progressing.
I own two trucks. The full-sized truck had a dead battery from sitting too long but the S-10 was very well suited to my reduced mobility. Frankly, I love the S-10 because it has everything I need and very little of what I do not need.
Yesterday, 30 minutes before my P.T. session, I walked out and noticed the S-10 had a flat tire. I asked the ever-gracious Mrs ERJ if she could give me a ride and she did.
Yesterday evening, I asked one of the strong young men dropping off our new furniture if he could swap out a new battery for an old one in the full-sized truck.
"Sure, no problem Uncle Joe"
I came close to panicking when I could not find the key for the big truck. It was in the ignition but mostly pulled out.
I now have a truck that works and I was only pulling an air-bubble for 3 hours.
Clearly, I need to invest more in planning. It was not a big deal to forget a fencing tool and walk back to the barn when I could walk 3 miles per hour. It is a much bigger deal now.
Prior planning prevents piss-poor performance. Speed and strength were my default way of recovering from piss-poor performance. At this moment in time, I don't have a lot of ability to recover from "stupid". That means I need to be smarter.
I don't have a lot of ability, but I now have some ability...maybe 10% of what I had. That is almost enough and I am thankful for what I have.