[m i a o w] the cat

“Goodbye,” my osteopath said to me this morning. “I hope I don’t have to see you again.”

I didn’t take it personally, even though he’d just made my eyes water by loosening off muscles in my right upper back.

“I hope I don’t see you again either,” I said. “Nothing personal.”

I made him draw me stick figures of the excercises I have to do to strengthen my newly healthy right shoulder - my supraspinatus tendon, to be exact. He’d given me excercises and a long bit of thick elasticky stuff two weeks ago, and I immediately forgot his instructions and ended up tying myself in highly complex knots all over the loungeroom. Now I have stick figure maps. I am going to be diligent.

Of course, I just got to work and the first file I have to work on is someone with a ‘complete rupture of the supraspinatus tendon’. Holy crap, how that must hurt! I am going to nurture my own supraspinatus with regularity and care so this never, ever happens to me. [Touch wood.] At lunchtime I will medicate myself with a chai and a cheese and tomato toasty. The hard stuff.