Happenings 5.9.21

Finally, a little life update for you all and a chance for me to write a post again – I’ve craved doing one and also really missed it!


Doing: Sat at my dining room table, in my own flat…! I can’t believe I have been here for 3 weeks already, and what a busy 3 weeks its been! I am still pinching myself that I have my own place, a dream I’ve had for years, but never imagined it would come true. I am really loving it though, the quiet, peace and my own space.

Hearing: The television in the background, not sure what’s on, but I like it for background noise!

Drinking: Kombucha, alongside a large bottle of water. It suddenly got super hot this afternoon and I was craving something cold and this is really hitting the spot! Plus its my favourite thing but a real treat as the one I like is expensive!

Eating and Cooking: Salmon, baked, with a random miso/ginger/soy sauce dressing I made up, alongside a load of roasted vegetables. I’m really enjoying roasting a large tray of different vegetables to put with meat, fish or tofu and it sets me up for a few meals in the week. Simple, quick and easy to throw together!

I, sadly, haven’t made bread in a few weeks. I haven’t yet moved my starter from my parents house, mainly because I don’t have the fridge space, but my mum has been doing an incredible job keeping it alive. She’s made a number of delicious loaves with it and I think she’s really enjoying it. I plan to only take half of the starter, as I feel it would be mean to take the whole thing from her…!

Baking wise, I made my favourite flapjacks that my friend shared his recipe with, the other day. As well as a really yummy apple cake at home and at work – both of which went down very well! I’m looking forward to doing more at/for the little boy I nanny for now.

Wanting: Summer to stay. The nights are drawing in, fast, and the mornings are now darker. Autumn is fast approaching and I’m really not ready for it. I feel like we haven’t had the best summer but with the warmer days forecast over the next week, I’ll be making the most of them!

Looking: For bits and bobs for my flat. Mostly storage for the bathroom but I’m not having much luck. It’s a big bathroom but doesn’t have much space, not that that makes any sense. I’ll keep looking, and if anyone has any recommendations on where to find a rug, I’d really appreciate it!!!

Deciding: What to get my goddaughter for her birthday! I can’t believe she turns 3 this week, utter madness how times flies and they grow up so quickly!

Enjoying: Being back at work…about 4 weeks ago I started a new nanny job with a family and their little boy. I’ve known them for a few years and so far its going really well. He’s older than the age I tend to nanny for but its a really fun, different and exciting challenge that I’m enjoying it so much.

Planning: My next trip…whilst I desperately wait for the USA to open up to international visitors (who don’t have to isolate for days/weeks before entering the country), I’ve decided to look at going up to Scotland to explore/visit areas I haven’t been to. So, if anyone has any recommendations on where to go, what to see/do etc, please let me know!

Watching: Vigil and soon, Silent Witness, on BBC 1. If you loved Line Of Duty, then I highly recommend you start Vigil! Two episodes in and finally, Sunday night/tv in general, is good again!

I also watched Mrs. Wilson on Netflix, which does require your full attention but is very gripping and only 3 episodes, so you don’t have to fully invest in it! Outer Banks and Virgin River are also worth a watch!

Reading: Nothing, which saddens me. I SHOULD make time for reading but the truth is I don’t. I do need to get back into making a habit of it, as I see so many people post about books they have read and how great they are.

Wearing: Pj’s….or living in Sweaty Betty or Lululemon…! I promise I do have normal clothes, which I have recently sorted and felt good doing. I didn’t realise I had so much that I didn’t wear.

Buying: Aside from little bits/essentials for my flat, not much. I did purchase new cycling bib shorts, because the one I do own is not as good as the reviews suggested. I should have spotted that with the price of it too but we live and learn. Let’s hope these are as good as many have said they are!

Craving: Japanese food…strange, I know, but there is a really good restaurant near to where I work that I love, and actually can’t wait to visit next week with some friends!

Loving: Having friends and family to visit, come over for coffee, breakfast/cake. I’ve been truly spoilt with cards and lovely housewarming gifts. I’m so lucky to have the most supportive friends and family.

Playing: Catch up, a little, with general organising but equally feeling very on top of, and organised, for the week ahead.

Savouring: Every moment with my goddaughter and her adorable little sister. I’m enjoying spending more time with them both, being so close, as work is round the corner. Definitely making up for the months we had apart over lockdown, after spending nearly everyday with each other from the day she was born.

Feeling: Really good. Alongside feeling really settled in both my flat and new job, physically I am also feeling really good.
My hip/recovery is going really really well. I am nearly 15 weeks post op, have started running for longer periods, completed my first parkrun on Saturday and aside from a little bit of stiffness that seems to be lingering, I am pretty much back to my normal activities/self.

Tomorrow I have my, late, 12 week post op appointment. I assume I will be checked and maybe even discharged, but I will certainly update you all on that! Then in 2 weeks I have another physio appointment where I plan to ask more about my running and what happens next.

And there you have it. As always, this post is inspired by Heidi and I hope you’ve all enjoyed a life update!

Stay well and hope you all have a great week!

Emma xx

10 weeks post op and some news

“Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.” Alice Walker

I stumbled upon this quote and thought how fitting it is for how the past few months have gone. My recovery, and body for that matter, continues to amaze me with how it’s recovered over the past 10 weeks.

Last week, I felt I took a few steps back after being stretched and moved around a lot more than normal, by the physiotherapist. Deep down, I knew it had to happen, my range of movement was really good, stiffness minimal and it felt it was ready to be stretched to that next level. However, I didn’t expect to feel seriously sore, it effected me more than I imagined and left me feeling quite deflated and like I had taken 3 steps back. I took the rest of the week slow, continued with stretches and my mobility work and only on Saturday did I get back to my strength exercises. It’s certainly felt a lot better the last few days, which I’m really glad of.

Going into week 10, I feel very much like myself again. I had the most incredible weekend with friends, family, meeting my godson, celebrating my aunts birthday, Parkrun returned, hanging out with my brother, riding with new friends and back to yoga in person. All normal, pre pandemic happenings, that’s made me feel very happy and content.

This brings me onto my news. You are all probably wondering, now that I’m pretty much mobile enough to get back to work, what I do now. Well, I unfortunately had to say goodbye to the bakery, as sadly the income just wasn’t enough. Now I know it’s not all about money but it is high up on the list there, and although I had the most wonderful few months learning so much and gaining so much experience, I knew it was time to move on.

And with that, I have decided to go back to nannying. Today I start my new job with a family I know very well, and whom I adore. I’m going to gently ease my way back into the world of nannying and see how I get on. I’m excited to be working with a little boy who is a lot older than the age I usually look after, but a new challenge I am very ready for. Finally things are starting to look up and I’m grinning from ear to ear.

Lots of fun and exciting things to come but for now, to focus on this new challenge and enjoy getting back to what I’m truly passionate about.

I hope you have all had a wonderful weekend! Here’s to new challenges, new beginnings and a new week. Hope it’s a good one for you all!

Emma xx

7 weeks post op, 6 week check up and everything in between

“Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.” Unknown

A quote I keep very close to me at the moment. Recently, all I’ve wanted to do is just give up. I’ve felt overwhelmed, stressed and not myself. Wallowing in my sorrows is not the way forward, but I’ve found it hard to dig myself out of how I currently feel. I’m fed up and frustrated but I’ve come this far, I’ve got to keep going and can’t give up now.

Recovery, thankfully, is going well. I had my 6 week check up with the head physiotherapist from my surgeons team last week. She checked my wounds/scars, asked me how I was feeling, moving etc and I had a chance to ask questions. Running, the one thing I have my heart set on doing and my current motivation to do all my rehab, is still off the cards. I have to go back in 5 weeks for my 12 week check, where I hope to be able to get the all clear then. Until then, the rehab exercises, the walking, the cycling and the PT, continues.

Alongside all the physio, rehab and check ups, life has sudden taken off, become busier and felt very normal. I had a small belated 30th birthday party in my garden last weekend with close special friends and family. It was such a wonderful day/weekend. I was asked to be Godmother to Anna and Kyle’s baby boy, who arrived at the beginning of this week, I got to catch up with my godmother and, godson, who I haven’t seen in nearly two years and is quickly getting taller than me! The weekend was just what I needed!

This week, Cortney stayed and we had a very full on week. We visited Brighton, saw Anna, ate a LOT of brunches, caught up with friends and Cortney took on her first ultra – Race to the Stones! I supported her along the way with Charlie, caught up with friends and made new ones. Seeing this race from the other side was interesting, and I will never again take for granted anyone who stands on the sidelines to support, marshal and follow me around a race course. Seeing everyone take part in this race was really hard. I was meant to be doing it and although I was okay, it was still a very hard pill to swallow. I want to say a MASSIVE congratulations to everyone who took part – you are all legends!

Ending the weekend feeling grateful for those who are always here for me, no matter what. And those people know exactly who they are.

So for now, I keep going, keep showing up, keep smiling and not give up. I have my eye on the prize and I’m one step closer to it. As Dory says, “just keep swimming” and that’s exactly what I plan to do.

Have a great week everyone.

Emma xx

5 weeks post op and missing running…

“Running is alone time that lets my brain unspool the tangles that build up over days” – Rob Haneisen.

For me, running is more than just a sport. It’s a time, as the quote above says, to let my brain sort everything out.
Organise, plan, think, de stress.

It’s also a massive part of who I am and over the last few weeks I’ve realised there will never be a replacement for it. Ever. The euphoria you get, in my eyes, can never be experienced through any other sport.

I am now 5 weeks post op and my recovery continues to be going well. It’s not been easy, there have been a few little bumps, but that’s to be expected. My hip has definitely turned another corner and I’ve very nearly got rid of my limp, stiffness has basically disappeared and I’ve got so much more range of movement. As I’ve become more mobile, and have to pinch myself that I feel so ‘normal’ this soon, I’ve noticed my need to want to move at my faster, pre surgery pace. I’ve found myself pulling back quite a lot and having to remind myself that right now, things need to continue to be taken slowly.

I’m extremely lucky that I’ve been able to swim and get on the turbo. Both equally dull – I take my hat off to you all for being able to sit on a turbo for more than 30 minutes…! But it’s absolutely better than nothing, and along with PT, Pilates and my rehab exercises, all have been really helpful for my recover so far.

But I miss running. So. So. Much.

I’ve noticed recently a lot of you who I follow, have mentioned how much running has helped your mental health. Something that running helps me massively with too, and right now that I can’t do it, makes managing things even harder. As I said, nothing will replace running, and it has been hard finding something that will help me switch off for a bit or allow me to release some stress, thoughts, sometimes anger and frustration or the adrenaline inside me.

This period of rest and downtime has definitely made me think of other ways, mainly for now, that I can manage my stress, anxiety and mental health. Running, although it does so much for me, is something I very much took for granted and relied on. To be able to lace up, get outside and put one foot in front of the other, in my eyes, is a privilege.

So if I’ve taken anything from this hip surgery, it’s not that it’ll enable me to run for many, many more years, but that it has taught me to manage things without running, is a MASSIVE part of who I am and that there will never be anything that will replace it.

Until I am told I can start running again, which fills my body with excitement, I shall continue to swim, when the water isn’t freezing; cycle on the turbo, until my brain is bored dead (although thankful to my friend for keeping me entertained with sorting my bike in front of me!) and walk with my mum, friends or myself and a podcast. Slowly and steadily, to get back to where I was.

I can’t thank you all enough for your continued support, kindness, cheers, love and being here for me. It makes this journey feel less lonely, knowing how much support I have.

Have a lovely rest of the week, run for me, enjoy it and let’s hope this sunshine stays!

Emma xx

Two Weeks Post Op

Well, I can’t quite believe it’s been 2 weeks since I sat in the hospital, waiting for surgery. If I’m honest, it feels like it was months ago because the days go so slowly sometimes, but wow has so much changed in a short period of time.

Recovery has been…up and down, or like a rollercoaster, as my friend described it. The first week was a lot better than the second, which I didn’t expect. I found out that the third week is where the bone is doing a lot of its healing and can be more painful – thanks to Emma, aka my hip surgery/hospital buddy, for that bit of info! Emma messaged me a few days after surgery, on Instagram, saying she in the room next to, the same day, having the same surgery as me! I’m so glad she messaged because we’ve not stopped chatting/comparing our experiences, since!! It’s nice to have someone else going through the same thing, at the same time as you. It’s reassuring and comforting to know that what we are both experiencing is all normal and part of the process. Unfortunately Emma is having her other hip operated on in a few weeks, but I’m super excited to meet her before she has her COVID test and self isolates!

Let’s rewind back to the first week for a moment…after arriving home, I didn’t really know what to do with myself. My movement was so slow that just going from one room to another was tricky. I had to think ahead of how to get around the kitchen without smacking the dog or the cupboards, with my crutches… I had the best FaceTime with Wendy and Grace, my goddaughter, which perked me up and I was able to sit/lay at a comfortable angle. As the evening drew in, I was desperate to shower and my gosh what a mission…mum had to help me with it all, from getting undressed to getting dressed again, once showered and dried. It was hard to bend down, a movement that was also not recommended, so lots of help with leggings, socks etc and shoes was needed over the next week.

My first night was mixed. It felt so good to be in my bed but I couldn’t lay on the side I wanted to/usually fall asleep on, my back and bum kept going numb and I was afraid to move too much. This was something that improved and a solid nights sleep came a good 2 weeks later…

Throughout the first few days I didn’t do much. Friends visited with gifts, flowers and cards were sent and I felt so loved and thought of. My boss dropped a very large box of fresh fruits, vegetables and bread round, from the market, which was so kind. I felt okay, my hip was a little sore and felt really stiff but had exercises to do and it wasn’t too painful. I still had the feeling of an elephant sitting on my thigh, but that soon disappeared. Things were going well, I felt good, and was embracing the rest.

My first weekend home, one of my best friends, Becky, came to stay. It was just what I needed. I hadn’t seen her in months, I was able to give her a massive hug and we spent the two days catching up, watching films and going out for brunch. Getting out of the house was also something I was craving. I wanted to see other people, different scenery and move a little, still on my crutches. When we said our goodbyes, it was hard, a feeling of being alone and trapped came over me, but I kind of expected a low after such a wonderful time.

The start of the second week was not so bright. Having not really felt “with it” for the past week, I hadn’t really realised what was happening and it soon occurred to me why I was feeling the way I was. My stomach wasn’t happy. I had a constant, dull, tummy ache, hardly any appetite and felt really nauseous. It then occurred to me that the anti inflammatories were the cause. I’d been taking them with food and an antacid to help them sit in my stomach easier but it wasn’t working. I felt rotten and decided on Tuesday to stop taking them. I hoped, deep down, that I wouldn’t have this issue but I have the most sensitive stomach, that even taking ibuprofen is a no go. On Wednesday, I was booked in for my first physio appointment but it lasted all of 10 minutes because I felt so unwell, that I then spent the next 20 minutes chatting with the pharmacist and consultant making a plan. I remember walking out of the hospital feeling rather robbed of my session, hundreds of unanswered questions floating around my mind and a bit deflated.

The rest of the week was pretty much a right off too. Christine came to visit me, who I used to work with, and bought me some yummy food. It was wonderful to see her and catch up for a bit. Mum dragged me out to town for a little stroll and coffee, just to get a bit of fresh air and change of scene. I felt so wiped out and was trying to stay as positive as I could, but I couldn’t help feeling quite down. I nestled into a few shows on Netflix, Charlie got takeaway for us one evening and we watched the Friends Reunion, my Granny and brother came to visit and finally, the sun made an appearance.

The long bank holiday was certainly welcomed with open arms because it meant I could see a few more friends. Caroline came to visit me, along with another friend and I was invited out for lunch. I managed to walk 30 minutes without crutches, which felt good. The weather was incredible and the plus was, I was starting to feel better.

Reaching the 2 week post op mark and it was time to have the stitches removed. Another step in recovery and one I was ready for. The wound felt tight and uncomfortable and I was interested to see what was lying under the bandages. The nurse was really gentle and slow, as the stitches had been tied quite tightly, and to my surprise, there was no bruising around the incisions. I slowly made my down to the riverside and joined mum for a coffee, after.

Now, the last few days haven’t been the best. I’ve been quite sore, more than normal and I’m not sure if it was due to having two days of being quite active or whether everything is healing inside – both I suspect after seeing the physio yesterday. It went well but was quite full on, lots of movement, muscle release and massage. I am sore today but it also felt good to release my tight glutes, be reassured everything is doing well and that I’m doing great. Still early days and still taking it easy, the third week is apparently where everything inside begins to heal that bit more, so stiffness is likely but movement encouraged.

Throughout the past two weeks, I couldn’t say enough thank yous to my mum for literally driving me everywhere, doing a lot for me and supporting me with all areas of this recovery, and more. I am so beyond grateful for her and literally have no idea what I would do without her!

I hope you all had a wonderful long weekend and this week has flow by for you! Here’s to hoping the sun comes back out because this chilly, rainy weather is not welcome!

Thanks for reading, as always! E

Emma xx