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Apologies for lack of posts - on Monday night, I did something a bit nasty to the muscle under my left shoulderblade. Tuesday I had some bits to finish and I'd promised to help a friend make her wedding favours in the afternoon. Once this was done, I got the train to Mike's and began to be aware that the nasty ache had become a sharp pain - by the time I arrived, I was really feeling it.

Waking Tuesday morning, I literally couldn't move or pick things up with the left arm. Shifting slightly to the left meant I screamed involuntarily, breathing itself was excruciating. I was in complete agony. Fortunately, I happened to have a physio appointment anyway, and she was kind enough to completely bail on the usual session to attack this particular problem. After seeing me cry after each mini-massage, she went off and came back with heavy surgical tape, and effectively gaffa'd my back into position so I couldn't do worse to it.

This morning I am again able to move, but can feel it pulling away on my deeper breaths and larger movements, but at least the complete agony has subsided. Last night I actually had to be maneuvered into position by Mike in order to sleep on my side...

Still, kudos to the boyfriend for his infinite patience and big, strong manliness, and also for cooking me dinner. Also thanks to m flatmate for kindly doing the washing up when I wasn't able to even pick up a fork without supporting it with the other arm, like an old woman.

Normal service resumes shortly. Until then, have this - I have begun to really dislike Ricky Gervais, but completely LOVE Elmo's puppeteer in this short video. Bring back Muppets Tonight, overlords.

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