Ode to My PT :-D

I am healing and doing much better in month 2 after my hip replacement. I'm positively bionic! lol I couldn't have made so much progress without my PT, Marla. Her tough love got me here so I wrote her a poem. Side note, the drugs I was on for pain probably helped my creativity along, just sayin'...


                                ODE TO MY PT

Need PT? Go to Marla, then.
She's the real deal, not a charlatan.
She'll push you to your limit, then up the stakes
Squat, squeeze, stretch and march until your body aches
Tai is on the team and takes you through your paces
She'll just smile if you make a lot of faces.
They do look sorry when they cause you pain
It's part of the process is their refrain.
We who are injured, broken, and lame
Feel like we'll never be the same
But Marla knows how this will end
We will all be on the mend
Like a mother bird pushing chicks from the nest
She teaches us to fly and we do the rest,
"You got this," she says, "just do your best.
One more thing, because you require it
Remember not to walk like a pirate."

A Darkish Poem :-)

In medical news, I had a hip replacement on 11/15. I know what you're thinking: but, Barbara, you're so young! lol Actually, I did bring the average age of recipients down a few notches. Anyway, not fun. While my surgeon said I would be "uncomfortable", my own experience was exponentially more intense. So, I wrote a poem:

                                The Truth Hurts

Having a hip replaced is really quite shocking
From the drug-induced haze to the hideous stockings
While the ultimate goal is to get you walking
The incision is gross and leaves you gawking
The pain's so intense it leaves you squawking
PT is so hard you can't help balking.
So you hide in a corner and just start rocking.
But one day you wake up and your knees have stopped locking
The pain has receded and the blues have stopped knocking
And you smile as you toss those hideous stockings.