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Woo! I’m bonkers!
So once again I end up with another ENT problem. Sore throat, blocked nose, ears that feel like they’re popping and oozing the whole time. Coupled with my general increasing down-ness it’s no wonder I ended up having a spontaneous cry yesterday morning. There was a general feeling of “will this never end?”
So I went to see the doctor* this morning, assuming I’d get a pat on the head, some anti-biotics and a quick bums-rush out the door (actually they’re not unattentive at the surgery by any means, but I do try and take as little of their time as possible) but no, bless her… she was actually rather concerned. The fact I’d managed to end up with another infection - aside from about two other standard colds - of the last four months worried her and so she started to talk, ask about how my life was working out.
At which it all poured out.
The result is that I’m now signed off work for a week due to stress and depression (which I have to say sounds utterly feeble when written in three words, but hey - it was quick for her to write and is technically the cause of my current gradual collapse). She’s also recommended - as opposed to anti-depressants - a referral to the practice counsellors which, whilst it won’t happen for weeks (they’re quite busy) is definitely a preferred option as far as I can see.
Still, I actually feel that now something is actually being done by someone else it’s like I have a bit more power over things too. “The power of two will get us through”, or something.
Perhaps with people behind me (albeit not in that way) I may actually be able to move forwards, as opposed to continuing the terrifying paralysis I’ve come to find myself subjected to over the last few weeks.
* Yes. Yes I did type it with a capital “D” orginally. Doctor, for me, is first and foremost a proper noun after all.
Posted on April 18, 2007 | Filed Under Health and Fitness, My So-Called Life | 1 Comment
Out of Warranty
Despite the happy, restful, head-clearing (and at one point ruinously retail-therapy-oriented) nature of my Bank Holiday weekend in Canterbury, there was one element that cast a significant shadow over the time off.
No, it’s not having to return to work today - although now you mention it: “ugh” - but instead it’s the fact that I seemed to spend much of my time in a state of some physical agony.
On Thursday I had a late session with the Personal Sadist who for some reason decided to combine a cable-crossover machine with a diagonal shoulder-press to seriously unpleasant effect. During one of the sets I found a ligament (or something) in my arm protesting mightily about the particular exercise and - whilst I managed to complete it - I had a bad feeling about what might go on next.
As it turned out what went on from Friday through to Sunday was my inability to bend and raise my left arm at the same time without a red-hot dagger of pain cutting through me. It made putting on clothes rather tricky I can tell you.
Still, rigorous application of Nurofen Plus and Movelat cream over the weekend finally left me able to move it freely on Sunday afternoon, so I was finally free of pain by the time I left my parents’ to come home.
Sadly I was only free of pain up to the moment I stepped out of the taxi whilst trying to carry my suitcase at the same time, that is. Within seconds of doing so the excruciating pain in my back left me barely able to stand, let alone walk. Thankfully during the course of the evening I did manage to regain some movement and recovered enough yesterday for it to be a distant memory now.
Today, however, I’m suffering the occasional twinge in my knee, which rather suggests that - all things considered - I may just fall apart before I actually reach 30 next week.
I dunno… it’s one thing after the other at the moment, it really is. Clearly my body has now passed out of warranty and should be left for recycling.
Posted on April 10, 2007 | Filed Under Health and Fitness | 0 Comments
Ill-thought-out Campaign #7978951235
You can tell spring is just round the corner.
Fitness First have just started doing a “Get Yourself a Beach Bum” campaign - big splashy logo on their website and everything.
Unfortunately, due to some clever positioning of their current corporate maxim in the same advert, what the current picture says is “Get Yourself a Beach Bum. Join the World’s Largest for only 89p.”
So here I am: a member of the worlds largest bum.
I feel so proud.
Posted on March 8, 2007 | Filed Under Health and Fitness | 0 Comments