As soon as I stepped in the door of the physiotherapy clinic I could hear the chicken bones of fate roll once more…or maybe it was my legs rattling through lack of serious use. Would this be another expensive disaster like the fiasco 2 years ago? I hoped not.
The results of some gentle probing confirmed I have a twisted pelvis and one leg which contrives (successfully) to be longer than the other.
(Even at this early stage there must be a few of you who are of the opinion nurse should never have let me out of the home for a wee stroll, never mind haul myself up mountains.)
Any manipulation of my legs was gentle…but he threatened to go in with the elbow if I didn’t sign up for his “Back Classes”. I think this is the physiotherapy equivalent of the slow readers group. Unsurprisingly I found myself nodding with alacrity so I’ll be attending “Back Class” to strengthen my core. I do hope this is less industrial than it sounds, but at least it staved off the attentions of the “elbow” for a few weeks. My new tormentor runs a Hatha Yoga class as well…so I’ll sign up for that too. An improved meditation technique will come in handy when the “elbow” finally puts in an appearance.
The good news is I’ve been told I can go wander up mountains, even if it does hurt. “Push the boundaries” he said.
“Ouch!” I thought.