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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson


Over the last three weeks, I’ve spent most of the time complaining about various different things, but the main rephrase, the recurring theme was – obviously – the pain in my back. Even I find that last entry, on Tuesday, bloody depressing to read. So, in the spirit of the advice from my doctor, I am going to stop looking for a “magic wand” and just get on with everything, with only the occasional reminder to anyone who is walking past that I do still have serious pain in my lower back.

The doctor, along with ignoring the message from my physiotherapist and dismissing everything I said to him as the continual moaning of a hypochondriac, also took the opportunity to touch me up while doing a physical examination, and I’ve discovered that – like most people – when you’re in a situation of vulnerability and something slightly surreal, out of norm, or extremely inappropriate happens, your brain just jumps a loop and you ignore what’s happening until after the event.

Anyway. So the point of this posting was supposed to be that I’m going to carry on with normal life from now on, despite the fact that nothing has changed. I even went out this weekend. Yay me. Apparently alcohol helps me to socialise and also relax. So all I need to get through the full working day is about 5 pints and an unlimited supply of cigarettes. Do you reckon I could get my lovely GP to sign me off on that?

I’m going to have to report him, I know. But it’s a scary thing to think about, particularly considering that my referral to a musculo-skeletal specialist depends on this one indecent, ignorant, obnoxious and downright loathsome little man.

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