The title of the post sums up how
I feel at the moment. My back has been agony, and it’s all because
I’ve had to change desks to cover holiday. I’ve been to the
chiropractor, and bless him – he’s been really good, but has said that he will
need to treat me as a physiotherapist.
Which he did last night – using a heat
lamp and massage. I did mutter something about “if I smell cooking
meat, you’re extinct” which made him laugh. Glad someone found it
funny.
But, despite my bad temper, it has
helped my lower back – now all I have is pain between my shoulder blades. But
at least I know what the problem is – it’s all down to my posture at this blasted
desk.
And to add insult to my injury? I’m
spending an extra two days at the hated desk. I wouldn’t object, but
it’s not doing me any favours, and I know that come the weekend, my back will
be wrecked again, meaning that I won’t be on top form for the
weekend.
Not what I want at all, but I guess
these things are sent to try us. But at the moment, all I will say
is...
WHY
ME????
Back when I’ve finished feeling sorry
for myself (and more to the point, when I’ve finished my coffee!)
Dear idiot who joined the Darkside for cookies...
Just because we said we have them, didn't mean we're going to share them!