Let's just clear something up first...

No, I do not have three sanitary towels stuck to my back.

I saw the physio this morning. I knew my back was bad but I didn't know how bad until he started. Christ, he nearly made me cry in pain and I felt sick. In his words, "there's a lot going on there"...no shit Sherlock! A 45 minute appointment lasted over an hour, ending in instructions to do my given exercises (Yes, Sir!), heat my back in the locked areas and take anti-inflammatory tablets. I can still train though - yippee! Just gotta take it steady.

Work.
Work.
Work.
Home.
Rain.
Rain.
Rain.
Thunder and lightning.
Rain on the lounge windowsill - how?

Work.
Work.
Now bed.

I have a good reason for putting on the heated under blanket.
It's bloody freezing! Oh, and I have a poorly back!
x

PS. Do you like my trackies?!