On Tuesday, I went to the local osteopath for a bit of stretching, creaking, contortioning, the stuff that osteopaths usually do. At the end of the session he told me to make another appointment for this week. "You may feel a little stiff for forty eight hours," he said, "and then it should feel better. Oh, and no hoovering, no pushing shopping trolleys but keep active and use cold packs about five times a day."
Forty eight hours later, to the minute and I was definitely not feeling any better at all. Staying active has become less and less an option and, while a hot water bottle clamped to my derriere/top of left leg provides some ease, cold packs don't.
Yesterday, I tried a Tramadol tablet - just one to see how it was.
It was amazing. The pain decreased about 70%! Oh the joy of no longer feeling like a 900 year old tortoise creeping around the house! The problem was that it also made me feel as if I was on a trip somewhere six inches above ground level, whilst also feeling slightly dizzy and very sick. Soon I had to give in and retire to bed to sleep for the next six hours. Back to the drawing board.on the pain relief then.
Tomorrow I shall be battering on the door of the GP in a desperate quest for SOMETHING!
And what have I learnt?
- That I am a very bad, impatient patient and it's probably best to steer clear of me at the moment.
- That I am much better than I thought I was at swearing.
Well you didn't expect anything deep and philosophical, did you!