Twelve months ago I wandered through sideshow alley at our local Gympie Show in somewhat of a trance.. I really wanted to take in every moment I could before our lives were turned upside down. It was my last hurrah before I went off to face my leg lengthening surgery!
As I entered the same show grounds on Friday it felt like yesterday but also a lifetime ago – if that make sense? So much has changed.. physically my leg length [luckily as it would have been quite ordinary to reflect on this without the wonderful outcome I’ve had] but also me.. I’ve changed.
I have always been strong and determined, however what I have found is perspective and calm. I have had to learn acceptance, control and peace throughout this experience. I think this will be the greatest lesson I take, and hopefully continue to apply, from my leg lengthening. At the end of the day regardless of your physical strength if your mind is not able to manage a situation neither will your physical self.
Prior to my operation I rarely noticed that I had one leg shorter than another (usually it took the reflection of a shop window), maybe it was an innate instinct to ‘self protect’, maybe it was just blatant ignorance, but most probably it was a healthy mix of both!! It is obvious to me now though just how much it affected my posture.. as I am quite regularly told ‘wow you’re so tall’.
Nope. I am no taller. My right leg has not changed – I’m just even and straight.
Funnily enough my physiotherapist disagrees. Apparently I am not straight enough. You just can’t please them all.
Well I am doing my physio exercises daily and swimming 1km each time I hit the pool however I have noticed my hip flexor is now sorer than ever before, directly over the scars is worst usually! This week I discovered why, the scars on my thigh have adhered themselves to my muscle. Seriously wtf 😒.
I am sure it is common I just didn’t know such a thing was possible. So the fact it is tight in the area, restrictive and uncomfortable when any stress is exerted kind of makes sense.
The solution? Tummy time. I had to giggle. My body literally needs to be forced into the opposite direction.. so I’ve been told it’s imperative I spend a lot of time rolling about and stretch on my belly.
I’m sure with time my technique (or lack there of) will improve. It hurts (a lot) by the way!
I dare not complain though. I am so close to returning fully to life. I am working now (not full time yet.. but by June I will be) I am coping well with work and I am loving being back in the workplace amongst my colleagues and friends!
In the interim though I have developed a slight addiction and it’s not what any of us would have expected… Hi my name is Rosie and I am addicted to…. ‘workshops’ 🙈!
It really does not matter what kind of workshop.. there has been ‘macrame’ and ‘fluid acrylic painting’ so far AND the outcomes that have been very cool.
Anyway next weekend I am learning how to make sourdough 🙈
So yes maybeee it’s time to go back to workfull time….. 😋