So, to the physio, not my
usual physio I might add, to take a look into what’s caused this latest round
of pain. It’s not often I have things to
say about those who are better qualified than me, but today, well, today proved
to be the exception.
My regular Physio, Steve
Bailey (Crigglestone Yorkshire if anyone needs a man more skilled at fixing
bodies than the surgeons in Chiba), told me the first time he saw me that if he
couldn’t find out what was wrong in the first visit and have me most of the way
to recovery by the third, he was doing something wrong. Then he told me the way that most physio’s
work, which is by not carrying out a physical examination first and then
getting stuck straight in with pressing down on your back, even if the back isn’t
the problem to be fixed...
No physical examination and
sitting on the bed this afternoon, after having requested acupuncture (Because
I know it works), I find myself being told that it’s a problem with my back and
that it could be a long time before
this gets fixed...
Then they tell me to get
some really strong medication to help sort out the pain, because it will take a
long time...
Emphasis on the Long time here...
So, I got up after the
treatment, and whereas when I go to Steve, I always leave feeling at least a little
better, I got up from this one in agony, barely made it to the car, and am
currently on the aforementioned strong medication to try and keep from howling
at the moon.
Suffice it to say they will
have no more trade from this man...
So, to the doctors tomorrow
to seek stronger medication and then to Steve next week when he returns from
Holiday, the moral of the story here is that sometimes you should just go to
the doctors rather than toughing it out and making it worse, and coming from
me, that’s something...
This is John Dodd in the
Socialist Republic of South Yorkshire on a cocktail of things that have too
many syllables to pronounce, and goodnight England, wherever you are...
