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Hmmm, nothing really new this week. I don't know if it's the weird weather or just some randomness, but my hip has been a bit more achey than usual. Nothing unbearable though. I've taken NSAIDs a few times, but usually ice does help a lot. I started upping the weights, and doing less reps to get more strength, and it went fairly well! Took 25lbs in each hand for reverse lunges. 35lbs for sumo squats. 20lbs one leg deadlift. I don't know when I will be able to start agility drills. I'm starting to get impatient. I feel things are going well, and I wish I could just upgrade in all my exercises. I know that it needs to be gradual, as anything too soon can create more setbacks than anything. I still have trouble walking over 10K steps per day, so I guess box jumps and burpees are not recommended at this point lol. I realize life dynamics change when you have surgery. Before, I used to work out 5-6x/week at the gym, and even gave classes there. I made amazing friends, and would see them very often. We'd go out for dinner, go for sporting activities. They're so amazing that they've continued to invite me to dinners. And I always LOVE seeing them. But there's a problem with me. I feel left out. It's not that they're leaving me out, it's just that my perception of the situation is very hard to live with. To sit there and listen to their conversations on how hard the last workout was, or how excited they are for the next challenge, it's just hard because I used to take part of those things. And I haven't in over two years now. Last time I had supper with them, I came home and cried. I know they'd feel terrible if they knew, and I don't want want them to feel bad about it. Because the world doesn't evolve around me. It's normal that they keep talking about those things. It's their reality. And don't get me wrong, I know someday I will go back and everything will fall back into place. But right now, I just think that their reality is not my reality. I remember going through these emotions during my first recovery. I was doing my exercises at PT, and the occupational therapist (who I loved!) noticed that I wasn't feeling so good. She asked what was wrong and I told her the exact same thing I wrote here tonight. And her answer was so comforting, and I think about it every time I feel this way. She said that my gym friends and I are not living the same reality now, but we will someday in the future. And that now, my gym friends may not be my "family"...but that people like her are now my family. My whole perception changed. Thanks to physical therapy, I've had the chance to meet amazing people. Just like her. I still keep in touch with her via Facebook, and I'm sure we'd have a great time if we went out for a drink! She'd often come talk to me about her wedding planning while I'd be doing my squats or stretching. Fast forward to today. I'm in the care of two physical therapists, and I'm extremely grateful for the both of them. They're completely different - personality wise and technically - but I truly enjoy their company. I'm a passionate person, and I love working with people who are as passionate in their jobs as I am with photography. I always love watching them work, and without them I'd be nowhere near where I am in my rehab right now! I must say, I hit the jackpot in terms of physical therapists lol. Two amazing ones here in Montreal, plus another in Chicago. To think that some people don't even the chance of having ONE good PT! Since I've been spending time in the gym at PT, I met with a fellow patient going through weekly treatments. We've slowly gotten to know each other...me on the bike, and her doing strengthening exercises as she ruptured her Achilles tendon. She recently added me on Facebook, and last week asked if I'd be interested in going to see a Montreal Impact soccer game with her. How fun! This reminded me, my life, my reality...it will change through time. The people I meet in each different phase won't disappear...they're simply put aside for a certain time. They still hold the same place in my heart. But having these reality changes allows me to meet different people, people I would have never met otherwise. And it's focusing on these things that will keep me sane. Bonne nuit! xo
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AuthorMy name is Marie-Christine. I'm 34 years old and live in Montreal, QC, Canada. I have had two failed hip scopes on my right hip to do undiagnosed hip dysplasia. My amazing surgeon, who is in Quebec City, performed periacetabular osteotomy in November 2017. He also did one left hip scope (non dysplastic) in February 2017. Archives
May 2018
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