1. Goniometer

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    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...
  2. Audio therapy

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    The NHS, bless them, this morning gave me a conversational treat, when killing time, staring into space, awaiting my audition for Britain’s Got Pain physioterrorpist show. Admin lady: “How do you print something from your screen?” Receptionist: “Go into preferences.” Admin lady: “I don’t have preferences. I have options. Is...
  3. You’ve got a nerve…

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    Nerves… don’t you just love them. Without them I’m sure the world would be a pretty grey state without sensation, but there’s always a ying for every yang. When being punctured with needles, like earlier today, sometimes your body’s nerve endings, wake up and start shouting at the world, like...
  4. Endless pool

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    After a pummelling from the Physioterrorpist today, which was labelled as a sports massage, but actually equivalent to a GBH charge, I slipped into the “endless pool” and turned on the wave machine…for some reason the manufacturer felt it wise to start out at the highest setting, equivalent to a...
  5. Day in the life

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    Up early despite being knackered from the previous days new exploits in the gym – I joined and in my first session used the treadmill, reclined bike and the salt water pool. I had to go to an NHS therapy drop-in clinic. You drop in and wait for a couple...
  6. Sole man

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    Yesterday’s Physioterrorpist was armed with stabbing needles, bondage tape, a heat gun, and orthodontic insoles. I wasn’t sure if it was a physio session or I was part of an elaborate heist job. The insoles were part of a cunning plan to help whip my left foot into better shape....
  7. Stab in the dark

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    On today’s menu, hydrotherapy, followed by acupuncture, which was a first…so much so, I documented it here in a scary looking image of my scar ravaged leg. The Physioterrorpist assured me I wouldn’t feel the needles too much, which was almost true… Then I got stickered with the kind of...
  8. Operation bathtub

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    Hydrotherapy has maybe gone to my head, as today I ventured into the dangerous world of home hydrotherapy…having a bath. Ridiculous as it sounds, the bathtub is a tactile minefield, of thin curved edges, restricted access due to a fixed shower panel, no handles or flat surfaces and slippery when...
  9. Hydro terrorpist

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    Today, like an escapologist sat on the edge of a body of shimmering blue water, I strapped weights to my ankles and slowly descended into the watery depths as my poolside assistant twirled a long piece of orange foam tubing as we acted out the ever present torture scene from...
  10. Cane and disable

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    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...

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