Ah go on

so this was the day that i started physio therapy on my shoulder, and boy does it hurt.
I mean really hurts.
It hurts more than when i had my car crash which was the whole cause of the injury.
The inviting nature of a warm smile, some hot oil, and a relaxing bed to lye on, creating the illusion that this place was a place of healing with the purpose of relieving pain. Oh no... the illusion was shattered once the she devil dug he claws into me..
And then it the father ted'ish way of her carrying on as normal, i left with a sense of, no she couldn't have possibly ripped into my shoulder adhesion.

Got to physio ridiculously early and so sat in the carpark trying to find street lights to blip, but the trees always seemed to get in the way.