Well, probably not too much jigging - at least for awhile.

The surgery went well, and somewhat to my own surprise I was walking with a cane only, no walker, seven days after the operation. The various details of hospital and rehab stay are probably not very interesting to casual readers, so I'll skip them.

For most of my life, I have been the farthest thing from a jock you could possible imagine. But for the last 2-3 years, I have regularly attended an excercise class held in a warm water therapy pool. One of the claimed benefits of this class is an increase in balance and with my ease of walking so quickly after the surgery, I am inclined to give that class all the credit.

Even though an inpatient in rehab, I was free to come and go as I liked, and the Denver weather cooperated. For a trip to the doctor and brief outings to get a latte, I was able to get in and out of the car on dry pavement. So cabin fever was held to a minimum!

Finally after 13 days, home to Mr Woodstock and the cats. No more bed with an adjustable head rest, instead the familiar comfort of a mattress and box springs with a warm little cat cuddling close to my shoulder. And in the morning, a pot of properly brewed tea!

Next few weeks will include outpatient physical therapy, and a gradual return to "normal" activities. It's good to be home!