Woke up with a weird stiff neck this morning. I mean I have a bad neck most of the time but not enough to stop me looking to the left usually. Not today though. Backing out of the carport was a bit of a challenge, I just had to adopt the Perth method of reversing blindly at high speed and hoping everyone else just got out of the way.
It's been a bit of a nightmare to be honest. I've taken so many pain killers that I should be at least impervious to bullets. I did manage to get in to see the physiotherapist at 4:30 for some treatment. This is not my idea of fun really. Just lots of pain during which he says "now that's much better isn't it". Two things stand out here. Firstly is the leading questions all the time which I was taught that medical professionals should never use. The second is the incredible pain I get put through. If I hurt my patients that much I'd never hear the end of it. At least dentists use local anaesthesia.
The leading questions are probably a good thing actually. You can just agree and he'll stop hurting you.
Apparently my current predicament is called Wry Neck. Ironic names abound in medicine 'cos I don't feel very wry, more fried actually.
So now I'm in bed with a heat pack on my neck and diazepam in my blood. I live such a rock and roll lifestyle.
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