I think my physiotherapist must have been a builder or a car mechanic in a past life. Conversations go something like this:-
“Well, how’s it coming along?” spoken in a very jolly voice.
So I tell her (she doesn’t look). “Well you know it’s never going to be the same again. You’ll probably never get be able to stretch it fully again.”
“What about the swelling? How long will that take to go? Is there anything I can do about it?”
“Well you know it’s never going to be the same again. It’ll take a long time. It’ll probably never go down completely. Nothing you can do about it, you have just to be patient.”
I adopt a suitably sombre expression and carry on doing my stuff on the wobble cushion and then think I’ll try this next one: Continue reading