The state of play

So today was a lot. Two neighbors came over together, one, my contractor friend,  to measure the sofa in order to plan how to raise it to a safe height for sitting with a titanium hip, one to say I was to tell her anything I needed while I recovered. Then it was time for Gary to drive me to the surgeon's office. We got chatting and overshot the turn, retraced our path and got there in good time anyway.

Bottom line: if primary doctor and some cardio agree I am up to it, Titanium Hippolyta will be installed April 17.  My primary will help set up the cardiology thing, and go from there. 

And here's the amazing part: they do the work without cutting any muscle or tendon. This means faster recovery of strength. The PA who took the health history explained it's a 24 hour thing, and if I can do various skills such as, get this, STAIRS, and other vital things, I can go home next day. If I'm not up to it, there's another day of physical therapy before I leave. 

Meanwhile I did get new toys from a small online business, a Hip Kit.

As you see, everything from a sock putteronner to a long handled shoe horn, to a back scratcher, cracked me up, and a handy grabber, all of which I've played with.  Hip or no hip, the grabber is great for things I'm mysteriously too small to reach, and I think most of these items should be here now anyway. I dropped my hearing aid yesterday awkwardly and could have used the grabber to retrieve it.  And I'm a crack sockonner now.

Many moving parts yet, about my car and handsome son getting its inspection done this month, his first time driving it, and getting the cardio organized and about seventy eight calls and arrangements. About cortisone shot, no, about Prolia yes, if that doctor agrees, etc.  Anyway I baked sugar cookies for handsome son visiting tomorrow to get updated.

Which reminds me, the food porn catalog came today again. 

It's largely lovely kitchen tools and baking mixes. So you can look like a great baker without actually being one.

This tool I have, and it's excellent. Mine was made in I think Romania or somewhere, and I love the wooden handle and how effective the design is to mix batter. 

So that's where we are chez Boud. A little dazed at the pace and all the people I dealt with today. And calls. And texts. Information coming at me from a firehose. The surgery coordinator or someone will call with another fire hose at some point, probably when I'm in the middle of physical therapy, or making crisp tofu sticks or something, to tell me many other things I need to know. 

Happy day, everyone, I hope yours was a bit less dramatic.