Another treat today as I visited the mighty NHS therapy department at Cheltenham General, where I was stretched on a table, that looked positively medieval in design. “Does this hurt?” She quizzed in a self delusional way. They know it hurts. You wouldn’t be there otherwise.
She also swapped my crutch for a stick, still in brushed aluminium, so it’ll go with anything. For some reason I had a vision of myself as Hugh Laurie, playing Dr House…he has a walking stick and is knocking back painkillers.
Then I snapped out of the vision as my dear Physioterrorpist made me close my eyes and stand on my left foot…something to do with pain perception. My perception in the dark was the same. It hurts.