Gardeners, Gratitude and Hip Surgery – Part 3
Well, I made it to day 21 following my hip replacement surgery – Yahoo! Right now, I feel pretty darn good. After a rocky first 2 days post-op, this post is a quick overview of my progress.
Well, I made it to day 21 following my hip replacement surgery – Yahoo! Right now, I feel pretty darn good. After a rocky first 2 days post-op, this post is a quick overview of my progress.
Fate. Kismet. Serendipity. Call it whatever, but it is an experience we’ve all had at one time or another when seemingly unimportant and unconnected events somehow swirl together to create one big, beautiful cosmic experience.
Now that I’ve had hip replacement surgery, I’ve been thinking a lot about safe gardening practices for individuals with mobility issues. Even though I had the opportunity to plan how I would manage gardening chores post-operatively, I still encountered a few challenges.
People who love to garden are no doubt familiar with the positive benefits of working in the dirt. However, science has also proven that the great outdoors can offer many more health benefits beyond simple physical activity.
I woke up early on day 2 feeling stiffer and in much more pain than the day before. However, like an idiot I thought I would simply be able to reach for the walker and slowly walk around the room like I did right after surgery (I obviously forgot to re-read notes #1 and 2 from yesterday).
In a recent post, I shared I needed hip replacement surgery. The reason for this was because I suffered a right knee injury while playing basketball a few years back, and the accompanying structural changes gradually affected my left hip. Fun stuff.
Ponds, lakes, and other water features are a terrific way to add beauty, function, and environmental benefits to your property and neighborhood.
Several years ago, I blew out my right knee playing basketball. Not fun, but not too terrible considering I was back on my feet soon after a knee injection of steroids and an arthroplasty.
Gardening, wellness, and well-being – how do you try to live a wholehearted life?
As I handed the check-out attendant my credit card, the clerk, a young male who looked no older than twenty, asked me, “Excuse me ma’am, did your husband give you permission to buy all these plants?”