I had a bad night last night, waking at about three o’clock
and not able to get back to sleep again. Consequently I was dog tired and didn’t
want to get up this morning, not a good way to start a writing day, and made
worse by the dreadful dreariness of the thick fog.
Of course, I had to go out into it, and went my way down for
physiotherapy this morning as well. She put me through the wringer and I came
away sore, but rather elated as she’s now discharged me. In all honesty I’m not
surprised, pleased, but not surprised – I’ve had far fewer attacks of pins and
needles in the last week, a grand total of two, whereas I was averaging 8 – 10 a
day when I started with her. No pain in the arm either, so I’m to start weaning
myself off the painkillers, taking it gradually, but cut them back over the
next few weeks, which will also be good for me. I’m also allowed to start back
at the gym, but again taking it easy and building back up. That’ll be very good
for the weight control – I feel I’ve undone all the good work from last year
due to this shoulder injury.
I still don’t know what caused it.
I’m going to take the rest of the day off now, too tired to
do much of anything, just glad I managed to get my word count done.
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