I called today and scheduled my hip surgery. May 28th. Grades are due May 20th, and there was an opening on the 21st, but I didn't think that would be the best thing for Rob, since he and Emma will be staying in Madison during the three days I'm in the hospital. Two weeks at home with at-home visits for physical therapy, then out-patient physical therapy for another four weeks. I'm happy and anxious :-)
Something important I have learned about myself over the last few months: I'm not very good at asking for help. I'm used to being efficient and effective. I've always been physically active, strong (being tall comes with a certain natural strength), and able to Get. Things. Done.
It's really important to me to get into a bed at night that's been made. I can still make the bed, but walking and bending is difficult, so it's been getting harder. I didn't ask for help on this one, but Rob just started making the bed every morning (he's always the last one out of it). I have thanked him, frequently, since he doesn't care about getting into a made bed and is only doing it for me.
Grocery shopping has been really frustrating over the last year, so that I was invariably in a really bad mood by the end of it. I kept wondering why Emma wanted to go with me, when I got so grumpy. But she did, and finally I started asking her to help me. After walking for a half hour, my hip is really sore, so now while I lean on the cart, she puts the groceries up on the counter. She gets the trunk open, helps get the bags in, and wheels the cart to the caddy. She carries more than half the bags into the house, and helps me put the groceries away. After asking for her help a couple of times, she now offers to do it all. (I haven't used one of those wheelchair-like carts for two reasons: I feel too stupid, and I keep thinking that I already do enough sitting, so any forced walking is actually good for me.)
Over Christmas, I asked Rob to buy me a cane --I'm pretty unstable, and I was worried about snow and ice. I should have done this last semester, because it has made a huge difference for my back. I'll admit I feel pretty stupid walking around with a cane, especially in front of my students, but it really helps.
And it's only temporary. By the next school year, walking should again be a pleasurable activity. I'm excited about that :-)