Word of the day is Goniometer, which I discovered for the first time this morning, when my trusty NHS physioterrorpist swished back a typically colourful but depressing curtain, investigated a few drawers before exclaiming to the whole treatment room, “has anyone got the goniometer?”
From behind another depressed curtain came an apologetic voice, “It’s in the office I think…”
My physioterrorpist spun on his heals and utters the tired instruction, “excellent, just where we need it.” He returns with a wholly unimpressive piece of equipment equating to half a plastic ruler and half protractor…a goniometer. You can get ones with electronics and lasers that could measure my elbow to the nearest nanometre, but on the NHS budget, we only get shatterproof plastic. What’s a degree or two between friends anyway…
“I feel a memo is needed, ” I say. He smiles, gets me to lie back and inflicts about thirty five degrees of painful measurement on me.
In case you’re remotely interested, a Goniometer is an instrument that measures an axis and range of movement, and the word is of course from the Greek for angle (gonia) and measure (metron).