I warily went up my first stair on Mother's Day, two and a half weeks post op. This week, I've conquered 14 stairs in a row no less than four times each day. Going up takes a little more effort and tends to cause a little more discomfort; going down causes more fear and requires more concentration.
Tonight, I climbed those 14 wooden stairs with a backpack and a bag from Target in hand. (Photo for all my girlfriends who wanted me to zoom around in the motorized cart.)
And if that wasn't enough, today I also decided to try to get into my little two-door coupe to see if I'd ever be able to drive back to Colorado. I conquered that, as well. And it was EASY.
And if that wasn't enough, today I also was able to kneel with my good leg on the floor to search for something in a low cabinet.
And if that wasn't enough, today I also was able to grab from a standing position -- not with my grabber but with my own hand -- a cord that was ON THE FLOOR.
I have a new gnawing pain in my backside and a little achiness when I overdo it, but my pain is so minimal that it might as well be nonexistent. I feel great; I feel strong. I'm less than a month post-op and feel that I will soon be able to conquer the world. And without pain!