Can I Get One for My Hips?

I got my shrinker yesterday. it is basically a compression sock that covers my residual leg. It has a strap that goes around my waist to hold it up. I am to wear it all the time.

Shrinkers are prescribed to help reduce swellimg, although in my case, the remains of my leg aren't really swollen, but wearing it is supposed to help me get used to wearing a prosthetic, which should happen sometime in January.

In reality, the shrinker is kinda cozy. I have tried compression socks in the past, but the problem with them was the band at the top felt so tight. Since there is no band, the experience is rather pleasant. if this were August I might have a different opinion.

Yesterday along with getting the shrinker, I had a lot going on. We started the day in Wound Care, and my head wound is sufficiently healed to schedule a haircut. (Yay). And the leg wound is getting smaller.

I had what is likely my last appointment with the hand doctor. While my pinky isn't perfect, it is functional and I'm content with that.

After OT I saw the physiatrist and Mark, the prosthetics guy was there to measure me for my shrinker.

I had met the physiatrist in the hospital and she asked me if I remembered her. I said yeah, you were the one who thought I shouldn't go home. She smiled and said she was glad I proved her wrong. She was impressed at my progress and we scheduled another appointment for January, which, if all goes well, I will be fitted for a trainer prosthesis.

As an above the knee amputee, I am aware that learning to walk again will not be easy. I am sure I will get fristrated, and at times, depressed. I will literally have my ups and downs.

But I am working hard to prepare. Next week I am going back to Pilates. After all, Pilates saved my life by getting me strong, and I want to do everything I can to renew my strength and confidence.

It has been almost six months since I wrecked most of my body. I can't decide if that's a long time or a blink of an eye. I was hoping to have progressed further by now, but shit happens. I am being told that I'm doing quite well, and while I believe it, I can't help but remember I'm not a kid any more.

A lifetime is finite, and I want to go places, see things, and live it fully. This glitch has put me on hold in many ways. But I am doing all I can. I'm going back to the shelter to socialize cats on Friday, and I am doing more around the house. It's not Marrakech or Tbilisi, but for now, it's what I've got, and I really do remember that every day is a gift.

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