It’s been three weeks since my below-the-knee right leg amputation, and for the first time, I’m starting to feel a “connection” with my slightly different than before right leg.
Initially, I was cautious and treated it delicately to avoid causing any harm. But yesterday, something changed—I began to feel like my leg was truly a part of me again, rather than something separate. I’m not doing anything crazy, just starting to feel like it’s still “me”.
Yesterday,I managed to take a shower and use the bathroom mostly on my own. I still needed some supervision to ensure safety, but it felt liberating to regain a bit of privacy in performing these daily functions.
Doing these regularly daily things has likely helped me adjust to my “new normal” of personal physicality, and it feels empowering.
Yesterday, Sue and I went for a walk/roll around the block and even made it up to Taylor Square, which is about 200-300 meters away. Despite the chill, being outside was wonderful and invigorating.
Another positive change is my transfer from the general hospital ward to the rehabilitation center across the road from St Vincent’s Hospital. Now, instead of a crowded four-bed dormitory-style room, I have a private room, offering more privacy and allowing for better sleep.
Throughout this process, I’ve been fortunate to have a steady stream of visitors, which has certainly helped with the psychological adjustment.
Many of my friends have noticed my amputation from social media posts but missed the part about diabetes, resulting in a generous supply of confectionery on my bedside table. While it’s not a major concern, I’ve been mindful of what I eat, following the dietary advice of enjoying a piece of chocolate but not consuming the entire block.
The road to recovery lies ahead, with an expected 6-8 weeks in rehab, focusing on readjusting to daily life. With the support of friends and medical professionals, I’m optimistic about making progress and adapting to this new chapter in my life.