I had a long session with our doctor a couple of days ago whilst he went through my x-rays. The good news is that there is no operation that could successfully be achieved and no referral to a consultant. We are going to do pain control and physiotherapy. I've got some mild painkillers for days when I'm not too bad and some cracking ones for bad days. They are tramadol, which is related to morphine and - to quote Wiki - tramadol can produce a very pleasant high in many users. So, roll on the bad days (only joking). He told me to chuck away the anti-inflammatories that he'd given me the other day - of which I'd only taken a couple anyway. I've also got an initial prescription for 20 sessions of physio which will be largely massage. He said I could have that for the rest of my life if it helped and I'm going to see the (female) physio next Friday.
He did say that it was one of the worst set of x-rays he had ever seen and I assured him - as I do you - that I am not about to become a Sick Person. There is nothing more boring than someone going on about their pain all the time - people can't help and it just reinforces the negativity. Hence from now on I will try and avoid all mention of it in future blog posts - except for maybe descriptions of my (legally induced) drug euphoria. No, I've not taken one yet - I really am going to save them for bad days and incredibly I do not feel too bad today.
My next post will be about an old bloggy friend that some of you know and might have wondered how she is getting on - Henry the Dog's mum