I had my first outpatient follow-up appointment with my neurosurgeon yesterday. Today marks five weeks since my surgery. I was hoping for a little more relaxing of restrictions than the surgeon ultimately allowed, but got more than I expected in other areas, so I’m altogether OK with that.
I was hoping I could get the all-clear to do some light fishing, just for the sake of my mental health. Not walk-6km-spinning-for-trout-in-the-mountain-streams level of fishing, but just wetting a line at the local lake with a mate handy to net it for me if I got lucky and landed one. Unfortunately, the answer was a strict
no. I’m not ready yet. In fact I was told I’m at the
upper limit of what I should be doing already and was encouraged to back it off just a little. So I’ll obey that, of course: the surgeon’s the boss. But it was still a bummer, mentally. The fish must continue to wait for me. Poor little darlings must really be missing me.
Hit the road, Jack!
The one surprise I got in return was that I am allowed to drive again. Small little drives, baby steps. No more than 20 minutes, just around town, and only when I haven’t taken any extra oxycodone and/or diazepam, of course. But it was still a nice surprise — I thought I was still a few weeks’ off — and it means I don’t have to struggle with the Ballarat public transport system any longer.
The best benefit, however, is I can now very tightly and adequately control where and when I do my walking. I have been logging my walks on Strava as
Recovery Walks; to allow for analysis of my progress and to keep on top of distance and duration during the walk itself so I don’t overdo it. Now that I can drive, I can maybe walk some more interesting areas and paths without getting stuck walking too far; for example, when taking the bus around town one must often walk to/from the nearest bus stop, and this adds a kilometre or two to my intended distance.
On the subject of progress analysis, I’ve been looking at how I’ve improved in walking, both in distance and pace. I feel much stronger, I’m walking quicker and further, and though the surgeon warned me to ease it off a little, I’m feeling great in this area of my recovery.