Pain In The Bum

I'm sitting in a Travel Inn near Huntingdon after visiting my trusty McTimoney Chiropractor in hopes of walking without pain.  Last week, I was feeling very lively and so confident that I dragged my suitcase down the Euston Road where I would normally leave it with the hotel concierge.  Since travelling to London, I have found that the concierge is very helpful and I can manage not to have to lift my suitcase at all if I smile sweetly.  Last week, however, I had been bouncing down the road with some energy and a distinct lack of creaking, so decided I was fine to do the suitcase drag, which would save me heaps of time and get me home earlier.  Bad plan.

I made the march along Euston Road, suitcase in tow and got to my destination without even going pink or breathless.  Yippee!!! Thought I, impressed at my increased fitness after loosing ten  pounds (none of it at the bookies) and recovering from a cold.  By the time I got to my destination, I was striding along like I haven't for ages.  Great stuff.  The bad bit of the plan was that I had to sit in a classroom for a whole day on the most unspeakably uncomfortable chairs ever built and I think my pelvis set itself wonky and stayed there.  No amount of stretching, painkillers or anti-inflammatories would allow me to sleep.  I couldn't lay on either side as the pain was too excruciating, laying on my back was like resting on a pile of hot coals and face down didn't feel much better as I had managed to pull my pubic synthesis out of line; sleep came through exhaustion.  

My lovely Chiropractor is a tiny lady, barely 5' tall and ex Navy, so quite a fierce, dynamic little bundle of energy, but someone I cannot rate highly enough.  She fixes me up if I fall or knock myself out of kilter with a brisk and cheery slap and tweak.  I have tried to find someone locally who can do the same, but after visiting 4 different Chiropractors and one Osteopath, all of whom seemed to want to heal my soul more than my poor, knackered old body, I gave up and decided it was worth driving over to the other side of the country when the need arose.

So, here I am, in a motel, propped in a comfortable chair, with a mug of fruit tea and even though parts of me feel like they are on fire, I can move and walk without looking like I have lost my horse!  The bonus of this long trip is that I have landed near to where my son lives and he came to visit me after work.  We went for dinner and it was such a treat.  He has grown into a really nice man and is wonderful company and a really entertaining conversationalist.

All this pain has had a good outcome.  I may be sore at the moment, but I don't take walking freely for granted, I had a wonderful evening with my son and I'm missing 'Im Indoors madly.  I suppose sometimes you just need a good old pain in the bum to realise that life is really rather good - it puts things in perspective.  Yup, life is good, thank you very much!