More pain! My intake of painkillers increase day by day, which is probably not a good thing. At the same time I don't want to be in agony if I don't have to. I think it's partly because the numbness has started to wear off now and on one side I've regained all sensation. And the swelling is reduced a bit as well.
Today is physiotherapist mission. Last chance for my old lovely one to sort himself out, or I'll turn elsewhere. Have one or two other viable options, and have contacted them to see if there is any possibility at all to get an appointment this week or next. I need this one to be a man. If I'm going to see him 2-3 times a week, it can't bloody well be a woman. I'd die from boredom!
Let me explain. I've seen 7 physios to date in my life. 5 of them have been men. 4 of them I've fallen in love with. There is something about physios - they're intelligent, comforting, fit, caring - that just makes me fall. Women ones are not bad, that's not what I'm saying at all. The two women I saw at Capio Artro Clinic last week were terrific! But they're not men. They're not handsome, smiling, caring, lovely men. So this time, I better get a good one; married or not is less important. It's about looking, not searching for a prospect. But I probably should have ditched English lit and university and gone for physiotherapy. Maybe one day...
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