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Ouch
Yesterday I went to see the physio, to get my neck looked at again. She says it's getting better faster than she expected, which is good. The down side is that it all has to start working properly again before it actually stops hurting, but we're getting there...
However, the physio, in the creatively sadistic way of her kind, battered me sufficiently that today I won't be attempting to go and sit at a desk. Work will be done curled up with my laptop in bed ... still rather uncomfortable, but nice and toasty given that Outisde looks wet, cold and unpleasant.
How did I end up in this state in the first place ?
Well, we're trundling along to work at the end of August, four of us in the car as normal.
There's a queue of traffic, we stop, the bloke behind us doesn't, the bloke behind him doesn't... and all of a sudden we're in a five car sandwich. Poor old Speedwell (Frances' faithful Rover metro) ends up sufficiently small that we can practically take her home in a shoebox, but we all hop out with nothing worse than dashboard-in-the-shins or rear-windscreen-in-the-head.
By tea time I can't move my head any more, and a trip to the doctor the following morning provides the not unexpected diagnosis of whiplash...
However, the physio, in the creatively sadistic way of her kind, battered me sufficiently that today I won't be attempting to go and sit at a desk. Work will be done curled up with my laptop in bed ... still rather uncomfortable, but nice and toasty given that Outisde looks wet, cold and unpleasant.
How did I end up in this state in the first place ?
Well, we're trundling along to work at the end of August, four of us in the car as normal.
There's a queue of traffic, we stop, the bloke behind us doesn't, the bloke behind him doesn't... and all of a sudden we're in a five car sandwich. Poor old Speedwell (Frances' faithful Rover metro) ends up sufficiently small that we can practically take her home in a shoebox, but we all hop out with nothing worse than dashboard-in-the-shins or rear-windscreen-in-the-head.
By tea time I can't move my head any more, and a trip to the doctor the following morning provides the not unexpected diagnosis of whiplash...