Tags: Dereham, fibromyalgia, migraines, neck and shoulder pain, physio, Rheumatoid arthritis
Not literally of course as being literally bowled over by physio would probably defeat the object really!
I haven’t got round to whinging about it on here yet, but from the moment I woke up on the first day of my holiday I’ve been going through a flare (definitely a flare rather than a fizzle this time!) in my neck and shoulders. Last Tuesday morning I could barely move until the stiffness wore off and I had to use my TENS machine pretty much all day (which may explain why Kate-Kate the Sat Nav started speaking in tongues (mainly Polish) and hasn’t worked properly since, but that’s another story). It seemed to get a bit better through the holiday (oh, the power of relaxation), but on Sunday morning I woke up with a corker of a migraine, which I’m sure is caused by the neck and shoulder pain, as the two do tend to go together with me. I spent pretty much all Sunday in bed (or on sofa, having come down because I felt slightly better and then found I felt too ill to go back up to bed again), and thought I’d kicked it on Monday, only to have it come bounding back at lunch time. (Migraines do tend to linger, even when you’ve got rid of the main agonising headache part.)
So … this morning, in a fit of wild optimism (especially wild as I do actually have a booked appointment tomorrow), I phoned the physio department and asked if by any chance my physio had a cancellation or something and could see me today. ‘Can you get here for 11.30?’ said the receptionist, without even the usual grilling as to why I needed to see someone. You could have knocked me down with a feather!
Well for all my moans about the NHS, there’s little pockets that get it really, really right, and my physio department (and indeed my physio) is definitely one of them! In fact she recommended a year’s supply of cake the other day … what a wonderful woman she is. (But that’s another story too!)
Tags: de-stressing, doctors, guilt, medicine, migraines, RA, relaxing, Rheumatoid arthritis
Well, it’s been a hell of a week, but thank goodness after a three week break (due to my own stupidity in missing an appointment followed by half-term), I’m having physio again, which improved the end of the week no end. On top of milk RA stuff, the week before last I had a migraine every day – I have stuff I can take that actually works, but you can only take one tablet every 24 hours and it tended to recur about every 18-20 hours, so not perfect. I’ve been working like a dawg and sleeping badly too.
Mysteriously, although the doc reckons my migraines have nothing to do with neck trouble, after the physio they melted away … just like they did when I started physio last time … seems like more than a coincidence to me!
But today I just RELAXED. Apart from a brief trip out with my mum (and she drove … I even fell asleep in the car on the way home!) I did nothing but I lie about in various different places, read books, stroke the cats, watch telly … and a teency bit of embroidery.
Of course I feel guilty as hell!! No one’s making me feel guilty – hubby’s telling me how sensible I’m being, even … but I’m no good at this not doing anything lark, although I reckon now and then it’s probably very good for me.
Off to bed to curl up with hubby, a cuddly penguin called Rory (don’t ask, just don’t ask) and my life-saving iPod. (Poor ol’ cats have been banned to the downstairs rooms, although Enormous Cat might plop through the bedroom window later on and wake me up, as he has a habit of doing.)