Given this is a complex scene, even though there are only
two participants, it’s the pivotal scene in the entire book, so this has been very
surprising.
I’ve had to stop now, I need to get ready for my talk
tonight, and there are lots of things I need to pull together, not least the
need to convert to working from handouts rather than using a projector (the
Studio’s projection is, it seems, now unavailable). This has meant some construction
changes to the structure of the talk, so I could probably claim a few hundred
extra words on that.
Physiotherapy went well this morning. At least now I have a
provisional diagnosis of my shoulder problem – a tendon being pinched in the
rotator cuff, which makes sense given the agonising demonstration of exactly
the movement I need to make to generate the most pain. Thankfully that movement
is not a natural one so one I won’t be repeating any time soon – either consciously
or unconsciously.
The rest of my problem comes from my posture; I tend to
slouch so I need to sit more upright, which means removing the arms from my
office chair and scooting the chair right under the desk and engaging the
lumbar support. As I’m typing this I’m perched upright on the front of the
chair, but my back is unsupported and that won’t do. I have an exercise to
perform as well, to rotate my shoulder blades toward each other and then down,
while sitting or standing upright. It’s actually very hard and I have to
suppress a giggle – it feels very much like the rhyme I used to hear at school from
the direction of the girls – “I must, I
must, I must improve my bust.” Thank you, but no thank you if you get my
drift.
Tomorrow could well be a great writing day, getting me even
further ahead. My fingers are itching, but life intervenes, once more.
STOP PRESS; Just got the old screwdriver set out and found I
can't remove the arms form the chair - it's the arms that hold the back on.
Time for a rethink, I guess.
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