Time has been on my hands, an imposed stretch of confinement, but I have done my best to keep myself occupied and life has not been unpleasant. It is now over five weeks since I had a hip replacement operation. A routine has developed, interspersed with regular short periods of walking and set gentle exercises: a long morning rest in bed – reading, writing, editing photographs – lunch and a long afternoon rest in bed – finding something worth watching on Netflix has become a challenge! Dinner, tv, internet and bed!
Recovery from a hip replacement operation is initially – the first six weeks – a case of doing very little and allowing the body time to heal – apparently the bone must grow onto the implants as they are not “cemented” into place as was the practice previously. This all sounds so very easy but, even though I read all of the small print, there were some unexpected surprises – or should I say disappointments or setbacks. I was completely unprepared for the levels of tiredness which followed the operation. Nor was I prepared for the onslaught of minor ailments which came my way – colds, coughs, sinus infections, mouth infections, yeast infection, which Google (that infallible source of medical information!) says men will contact through intercourse with an infected female. That didn’t happen! My doctor is a very common-sense, down-to-earth person who looked at me with that, “Paddy, you can’t be this stupid” look and told me all of this was to be expected after a major operation. So, I guess, I’ll have to, as the Americans say, just suck it up, sit it out, hold tight and wait for it to pass.
Some time has been passed preparing a new gardening talk. I had arranged some months back to give a talk on Mount Congreve to a local garden club. It is a talk I have given on a few occasions so it was already prepared but I had a ‘phone call from one of the committee members of the club telling me that they had had a meeting and discovered some members had heard me deliver that talk previous and, while they still wished to hear about Mount Congreve, wondered if I might deliver a “potpourri talk” to include Mount Congreve and some other gardens I had visited. At the moment of this request I had just sat back into our car following an appointment with my doctor and hadn’t the energy to do otherwise than agree and pray I could be left alone in my misery. However, though I initially resented the extra work involved – and there is considerable work involved in preparing a talk – when I settled to do it I was glad of the distraction and pastime it provided. I hope the members of the gardening club enjoy it when I come to deliver it to them – I will do so with a glad heart and a certain thankfulness.
So, the windowsill? As I have been unable to go to the garden and see plants as they come into flower, Mary has picked them as they have appeared in the garden and brought them indoors for me to enjoy and I have photographed them on the windowsill.