new hip mommom
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Hip Chronicles: In Which the Hipster and Hanny Go on an Outing
(If I’m lucky, Hanny won’t read this post. But I’m not that lucky.) In the third week after surgery, it is time for a real outing, but I need a chauffeur. That would be my mom, aka Hanny, who is not old but is a generation older than a daughter with a new hip. The Continue reading
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The Ongoing Adventures of Bionic Hip Mom Mom: Week 2
I need a four-wheel drive walker. The two-wheel drive model that the hospital gave me is literally a drag, especially on outings to the lab for coumadin checks. The rubber thingies on the rear legs scrape along the parking lot, and lifting the walker every step is hurting my back. Plus, it slows me down. I am Continue reading
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Bionic hip mom-mom: Week 1
I’m now one week bionic. With a one-week old titanium/plastic hip, I’m not quite leaping after butterflies in the meadows (although I do have narcotic-induced dreams that get a little bizarre); I shuffle around the house with a walker. I strategize my day to coordinate my one effort to get downstairs with my actual need Continue reading
Slightly Off the Grid 