Ow. Poor me.

[catsidhe]

I went to a physiotherapist last week. She said that I had an impressively stiff back along its entire length, and that my lumbar curve was (is) non-existent, causing stress on the thoracic and cervical regions, explaining both my back pain and headaches over the last few years. She felt around in my back muscles with her thumb up to the second knuckle for a while while I used a large amount of bio-feedback to avoid spasming at the pain and undoing her work. I booked an appointment for last night, 18:15.

I left work at 17:30 for the 14km drive to my appointment in Elsternwick.

The physio's secretary called at 18:30, asking if I had forgotten the appointment. "No," I forced through gritted teeth, 'I haven't forgotten," and looked at the traffic around me in South Melbourne. I made a new appointment for 18:45 on Friday.

I arrived home at 18:45, unpleased.

I am still unpleased. Mim asks me, often, why I don't leave work earlier. This is why: it makes too little a difference to my arrival time at home to be worth it. Why should I spend another hour in traffic, for the benefit of arriving home ten minutes after the girls go to bed, rather than half an hour after, but only half an hour on the road?

In the meantime, though, I am still in pain, which never goes away. And now I have to wait another three days before I can get more help for it. Fuck.

Comments

[sjl.livejournal.com]

Make a point of doing that particular one in front of her, without asking her to show it to you again, next time you go in. If it hurts that much, you want to be damn sure you're doing it right.

Good luck, and best wishes for a speedy recovery.

[sjl.livejournal.com]

s/show it to you again/show it to you again before you show her/

ie: show her what you're doing, and get her feedback on that. (Joy of ambiguity ...)

Again, good luck.

[catsidhe.livejournal.com]

It's years' worth of accumulated damage, so recovery will, methinks, be slow and painful.

But thank you.