Bowled over by great physio service!

Not literally of course as being literally bowled over by physio would probably defeat the object really!

I haven’t got round to winging about it on here yet, but from the moment I woke up on the first day of my holiday I’ve been going through a flare (definitely a flare rather than a fizzle this time!) in my neck and shoulders. Last Tuesday morning I could barely move until the stiffness wore off and I had to use my TENS machine pretty much all day (which may explain why Kate-Kate the Sat Nav started speaking in tongues (mainly Polish) and hasn’t worked properly since, but that’s another story). It seemed to get a bit better through the holiday (oh, the power of relaxation), but on Sunday morning I woke up with a corker of a migraine, which I’m sure is caused by the neck and shoulder pain, as the two do tend to go together with me. I spent pretty much all Sunday in bed (or on sofa, having come down because I felt slightly better and then found I felt too ill to go back up to bed again), and thought I’d kicked it on Monday, only to have it come bounding back at lunch time. (Migraines do tend to linger, even when you’ve got rid of the main agonising headache part.)

So … this morning, in a fit of wild optimism (especially wild as I do actually have a booked appointment tomorrow), I phoned the physio department and asked if by any chance my physio had a cancellation or something and could see me today. ‘Can you get here for 11.30?’ said the receptionist, without even the usual grilling as to why I needed to see someone. You could have knocked me down with a feather!

Well for all my moans about the NHS, there’s little pockets they get really, really right, and my physio department (and indeed my physio) is definitely one of them! In fact she recommended a year’s supply of cake the other day … what a wonderful woman she is. (But that’s another story too!)