Went to the osteopath last week. It turned out not to be my usual osteopath but a stand-in (it also turned out that I had arrived half an hour early, and while I was sitting in the waiting room, a man turned up who was three quarters of an hour late). Anyway, while chatting to the osteo, I discovered that although she spoke impeccable English, she was in fact an Austrian (does that make her an austriopath?). So we had a fun conversation about differences between German German and Austrian German, and whether I can understand broad Viennese (I can’t). This somewhat, but not entirely, compensated for my discovery that no, my usual osteopath is not the most ferocious massager in the world. This one made me cry out in pain. I guess she’s just one of those strong Austrian girls…
Due for a nastyopath* visit today, and my back is worse than it was before I first visited her. Is this supposed to happen? True the lower back pain is pretty much gone, but now I am all bitter and twisted in my mid back, and there is a foreign** pain on the left, where I have never in 30 years of back trouble had a pain before.
Yes, I know it’s sitting at my desk that does it, and I’ve been doing a lot of that lately (and writing this isn’t going to make it any better). I need a new chair and a new desk, but the thought of clearing off all the piles of papers (I have a problem with piles) fills me with unnamed dread.
To see whether it helps, today I am using one of those ‘back chairs’ where you half kneel, half sit, which my husband The Grouch found in a rental flat he was clearing out. It’s adjusted to the lowest it can be, for a shortie like me (see previous entry for ethnic origin) but it still feels most peculiar, and now I am looking down at my screen instead of straight at it, but the screen is already raised on one of those monitor stand thingies, and can’t go much higher because of the bookshelves. Oh what joys everyday life brings us… must go and do another stint of work now before I go to my appointment.
* you know, one of those back people.
**for origin of ‘foreign pain’, see the wonderful game MadLibs where random words get inserted in an piece of text seen only by one person.