Bloody groins!! - 37 days post-op

As instructed by the Melbourne physio, I've been the doing the simple quadratus muscle exercises each day but I admit I have only been doing them once or twice a day instead of the four he recommended. I am busy like anyone else and once the kids are in bed I just want to sit and relax. I really should be doing more of them.

I've continued to see my local physio each Tuesday too. This week he worked on my groins after I mentioned I'd been sore after riding the stationary bike that morning. I admit I really don't have a handle on the genuine benefits of physiotherapy. I have always had the belief that they are important in the recovery of soft tissue injuries, such as hammies and calves, but I am really unsure about how what is essentially massage can help me overcome structural damage, such as my hips. In the past I've been treated for bad ankle sprains and shoulder problems, but I reckon rest and taking it easy has sorted them out.

Anyway, I know Matt reads this and should he still be speaking to me next Tuesday I'm sure he'll be able to extol the benefits of his craft to me.

I've been on the stationary bike 3 times a week for 15 minutes with the high seat and minimal resistance as advised but, just like yesterday, I was bloody sore in the groins during and after tonight's session. It is bloody annoying. Disheartening really. The feeling in the groins/hips is unnatural. It is not a real sharp pain but a dull ache that bites every now and then. I can't tell if it is the joint itself or the associated muscles. Either way I haven't really felt this sort of discomfort before the surgeries. I get a sharp reminder of my hips whenever I turn laterally to walk or to step over something like the rim of the bath or my trailer's tow bar.

Bloody bike!! It mocks me with its f**king ridiculously uncomfortable seat.

I know I should be more patient but I only seem to have the same discomfort, aches and pains that I have carried for as long as I can remember prior to the surgeries with a few brand new ones thrown in.  For every one good day I'd have three uncomfortable ones. I've put all my eggs in one basket here with going ahead with specialists and the x-rays, ultrasounds, CT and MRI scans and the expense of comprehensive insurance and taking time off work and two surgeries in 8 days and the out-of-pocket expenses and the many long drives to Melbourne and Geelong and the rehabilitation and the associated mental and emotional hoo-haa.

I've been determined to not whinge as it's unfair on the people around me. My wife and kids don't need this shit but I don't know how I'll keep the Black Dog at bay if it doesn't work out for the best. Might need to just take a mouthful of concrete and harden the f**k up.