Well at the weekend I stupidly as my husband was away playing golf, decided to sort out top of wardrobe for charity shop. And my reward was, I hurt my back. Nothing too serious just sciatic inflammation so I rang usual old Oestopath and he’s away on his holiday. But his associate could fit me in. Result! So off I went and saw the most delightful young Italian chap with a voice that could melt ice but had hands like a vice. He sorted the problem so pain has mostly gone, but of course and luckily I need to get it checked again next week. So I’ve done the exercises and used the frozen peas etc. But it’s true you know your old when policeman, doctors, dentists and Osteopaths could be your great grandchild, not grandchild. The delightful Oestopath sounded so gentle I was lulled into a sense of false relaxation then he said tell me on a pain scale of one to ten when this gets to about seven. I mean what’s ten if seven was my broken leg? But I was able to walk out after hobbling in.
So the lesson is if it’s out of reach just get a step as that twist cost £45 but on the up side he was lovely. And explained how real Italians make carbonara (no cream) and you mustn’t put pineapple on pizza. lol