You Fall Apart Again...

I swear my body is falling apart. As I type, I have an ice pack on my shoulder after being to the physio this morning. And I'm good. I don't just damage one tendon, oh no, I damage two at once. I've fucked up both my Rotatory cuff and my Bicep tendon. The rotatory cuff not so much, it's bearable, but my bicep tendon is fuck-a-doodle-dooed. So I've been subjected to some lovely friction which involves poking the sore spot over and over again (nice!), and electrotherapy, most of which isn't bad coz you don't really feel anything with the lazer or the ultra sound, but the Interferential hurts like a bitch. The woman on Wednesday had it on full when she turned it on and almost tore my fucking shoulder off. It literally feels like someone is shocking you for a few seconds and then trying to rip out all your muscles. It really isn't fun. And it has to be left on for like 10mins meeh. All I can say is she's lucky she had a Southern accent or she would have been gettin a slap! It wasn't so bad today though coz the guy was nice and put it on low so my shoulder still felt like it was attached to my body which is always good. Plus a got a cup of tea and had to wear some funky sunglasses lol. High Fiiive!

And I've offically lost all hope in doctors. The dude I went to today for my throat was completely fucking useless. I really don't know why I bother. He even managed to fuck up the prescription. You know its bad when the pharmacist reads the prescription and knows exactly wot surgery you came from by the mistakes of the doctor! *sigh* Self diagnosis all the way.

Highlight of the Day: Head massage at the hairdressers mmmmmm... that girl has fingers of gold! *melt*