08/23/2025
Let's talk about lameness. Not canine lameness, homo sapiens lameness.
Specifically mine.
Y'all know that Miko took me out at the knees from behind in April (the 13th, a Sunday, actually - that date is burned into my memory).
Definitely a 'I've fallen and I can't get up' scenario. The next night I had surgery for a partial hip replacement, because that backwards fall broke my femoral neck.
It's been 4 months, including 14 weeks of PT, and I'm still not fully healed. There are days when I wake up (like today) and can barely walk due to pain. The proportion of how cranky and irascible I am is directly equivalent to the amount of discomfort I'm in. So yep, my snarl factor was pretty much off the scale this morning.
Nearly every day this week has been that challenging. Walking the dogs is problematic. Invariably they want to switch back and forth in front of me, sometimes impeding my gait (ow) or decide to take a sharp turn because they caught a whiff of something tantalizing just outside the leash's perimeter.
I've not held any nose work sessions for my peeps since early April. I'd scheduled a buried practice for today because several big AKC trials are coming up. Had I known how much difficulty I'd have with the simple act of walking, I'd not have planned it.
So very grateful that the stalwarts - Laura & John, Becky, Mary, Dori, Kathy - not only ran their dogs but also pitched in to set up (Dori & Becky spent an hour filling bins and on other prep work yesterday. Not kidding when I say if I were doing it by myself, I'd have taken the entire afternoon because of how slowly I move.) Clean up was done in a flash because they were all there to do it.
By that time, because who knows what makes the pain come and what makes it go, I could walk almost normally with very little discomfort.
Oddly enough, I am grateful for every day, no matter what happens. 100 years ago, I'd either have been dead or bed-ridden because of this. If the latter, my life would likely have been shortened by the formation of a thrombus, or some other unpleasant side effect.
So, a challenging week rolls to a conclusion. This experience has proven that healing is definitely *not* linear. I'm seeing the orthopod in a week and a half.
Hoping that by then, I'll have had so many good days in a row I can cancel that appointment. Not holding my breath, though!
Here are a couple of photos from yesterday - Toka had a Cornell Companion therapy dog session at the vet school, and afterwards I brought Miko inside to socialize and do a bit of training. Because yes, even though walking was tough yesterday, they need enrichment.