long haul textile seahorse readers may remember that i have what is known in medical circles as a dodgy back. remember this?
and of course now find myself up in the murk midnight more often than not taking painkillers and blearily surfing the net while i wait for said painkillers to kick in. although tonight they're not. and i find myself wondering if i was really sold tramadol or some pale placebo....
and, interstate last week, i seriously contemplated ringing reception to help me get dressed as i couldn't reach my feet.
call me a meta-goober - i'm off to the physio to be righteously chastised and hopefully fixed