So, the surgery went amazing and the healing process was starting. Only forward from here. I spent 4 days in the hospital after surgery. Went off the morphine pretty quick and turned to T3's to help me sleep and bear with my physio sessions.
Being the operations manager for the B.C., Utah and Mexico side of things I was still quite busy with work. The next week-end 27 mountain bikers are coming to town for a camp I was heading up. I had to shuffle things around and fast. Tours, finding guides who could take my place. As for the Mexico trips in Dec. My goal is to be riding by then...
Anyways, back to getting myself healed up and pedaling, climbing and doing yoga.
The food at the hospital was in no way healing food, my friends brought me stuff and I thank them so much for that. Although the T3's made my appetite almost non-existent.
Every morning I would wake up in pain and it seemed the time everything needed to be done. Nurses all around my bed, putting needles in my body, changing clothes, trying to get me to the washroom, breakfast would come, phtsio. By 9 am I was exhausted and ready for a nap.
Finally I went in the wheelchair outside. I sat in the sun for 2hrs happy to be out of my room with no sunlight. This moment inspired me to get out and go home.
It was now time to get to the bathroom on my own. First I started with the walker and the next day crutches.
Finally I was going home. The surgeon showed me my x-rays and was so happy with how perfect it all went. Booked an appointment to see me again and wrote up my discharge!
I went back to my room and packed so fast and waited for my friend to come get me.
I was going home. Back to the small mountain town, my bed, my friends and the thought of moving forward and learning to live with a broken femur and being home.
Already this year I had flown 6 times and only spent a total of 5 days at home since March.
Now I was home and for a while.