Two tips: do you remember last year when my grand-son fell from a rock into the sea just below Hunter’s Moon and learned the lesson: always get Grandma to look after your iphone when mucking about. Sticking it on the Aga was not the answer. Too late now for Tom but had he encased it in rice, all the moisture would have been absorbed. So I am reliable informed.
Secondly, if like me you enjoy boiled egg and soldiers, salt the toast NOT the egg or you’ll be salting fruitlessly all lunch time.
Yesterday I visited our new hospital. It has the look of a thirties Odeon. It was deluging so no photo. I only saw the large reception hall, the x-ray department and the Physio upstairs. The staff are still finding their way around but seem pleased with their new surroundings. Sadly it’s now just too far to walk – close to the super markets.
After having my neck x- rayed (seems that is the problem and the shoulder is just a spin-off) I ignored the lift and found the Physio. There is a high security element so you don’t walk in anywhere without identifying yourself. No waiting around apart from our being quite early – as usual. I met the therapist who was a New Zealander who I took to and happily answered her questions about pain levels and general life style. She was helpful, reassuring and when she offered to give me a treatment I gratefully accepted. Lying face down I felt every part of my upper body having a thorough going over and felt so light headed I was laughing out loud at times. She found a knot in my right scapula which clicked every time she massaged it and was the trigger point.
She told me she was just about to leave for her home land till mid March and would I like another therapist to continue. She gave me confidence and hope that the problem could be eliminated so I decide to wait for her return. Meanwhile I have anti –inflammatory tabs and tabs to combat any resulting indigestion, neck exercises, trunk exercises and the tip that any warm applications are good.
Now I can enjoy our French family – five in all – who arrive this afternoon and prove to the middle grand child that I am not dead yet. Forgive me if I’m not around – it’s going to be busy.
PS: sorry folks - just realised that it's Tuesday Tuesday. Time flies when you're having fun.