Monday, 28 March 2011

30 January: The Crazy Gibberish-Adventure Continues

The treatment, it marches, as Hercule Poirot would say. According to Dr Sharan the trigger points are reducing in number and intensity, but there are some resilient ones in key areas, hence the pain remains. He asked if I'd feel able to cope with an extra session a day, which is funny, as I've been having frequent thoughts of Le Chiffre extending his hospitality to Bond in Casino Royale, and Bruce Springsteen has started leaping from my subconcious to snarl "I was bruised and battered / Unrecognisable to myself" in my head. However, temporary pain is a low price to pay to get rid of crippling, chronic pain. All the same, I feel that a "Bravery under Torture" medal or two, perhaps awarded by Andy McNab, would not be unmerited. A couple of swarthy Iraqis to hold me down during my giggling fits when Jeshma hits a ticklish spot would also be useful.
One of the therapists, Jerrish, is very nice, but his hands have a fierce grip! The other day I was treated to the sensation of having my collarbone pulled. This particular form of torture is part of what is called "joint mobilization". Don't try it at home.

Manjula has started me off gently with yoga, but we have rapidly advanced to a tree pose! I'm roughly as flexible as a frozen mammoth, but that's ok, 'cause I've got all my cool Sweaty Betty yoga outfits! Manjula is a girl who speaks in superlatives and repetitions. In yoga, she likes to achieve "maximum stretch", and she's not content to ask you to merely relax, it's "relax relax" or even "relax relax relax relax"!
In addition to the myotherapy and yoga, I've got roughly three hundred strengthening and stretching exercises to do. It takes a hell of a long time to do them all - it's lucky I've got sod-all else to do! (Fil, I'm glad the Indo-European poetics book is so long. I've got a feeling that if I ever finsih it, I could start all over again and still find it interesting - I suspect that I don't absorb all the finer points of Greek hexameter). My favourite exercise is the amusing hands-shaped-into-motorcycle-goggles one - the one Justyna could do, but Betsy struggled with. (Although those coktails could have had something to do with that particular bout of poor hand-eye coordination...) Turns out it's an excellent nerve stretch! Hurrah!

For those who are going to be in the vicinity of Yngsjö this summer, you are hereby informed that there will be kayaking and horse riding!!! In the meantime, a pox on Darren and the neighbours for having fun without me! All your escapades will have to be repeated in April! There will be plenty of pub action, and also champagne action! You have been warned. (The only drugs here are endorphins, produced by one's own brain during yoga.) After my prolonged health-boosting existence, I will be in need of a good dose of depravity, shouting, and talking bollocks about Norse etymology! And cheese.

The weather, which has been chilly (as in, you need a long-sleeved top to sit outside) is nice and warm again. I continue my futile hair-bleaching activities on the roof. Kerstin, your kind gift of SPF 50 sunscreen is invaluable!

We conclude with a quoite from Paul Linden, from Comfort at Your Computer:

"...it is inhumane to let people suffer and injure themselves simply because it would take some thought, effort, and money to prevent and relieve their suffering (...) It is important to realize that computer users are up against the real limits of the human body. In order to continue using computers in the workplace, the physiological limitations of the body have to be respected. If the question is, 'What computer workstation setup will allow eight hours of uninterrupted computer work every day?' there may be no answer at all."

Thank you, come again!

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