In my first meeting with the Women’s Health Physiotherapist, she did an internal examination. In the second meeting, she forgot my name. No, she couldn’t remember my name, but she’d had her fingers inside my vaginal tract. Welcome to the weirdness of pelvic floor therapy.
It’s like the worst Blind Date episode ever. I don’t want any one of the three mystery bachelor drugs, you can all get in the sea.
Simply put, this is a stonking addition to modern feminist literature. Wolf provides a sweeping biography of female sexuality and how it has been perceived, feared, subjugated, and embraced, throughout the centuries of civilisation. In this age of Pornography as Teacher, we have never needed Wolf’s perspective more.
Do you ever wish you could just be admitted to hospital? Not for anything urgent or life-threatening… But wouldn’t it be great if you were able to say, ‘Credit to myself, I have kept going for longer than I thought I could, but I cannot live like this for one. more. day,‘ and you up and admit yourself to your local Fix Factory?
With acute pain, you know why it’s there: it’s the body saying, ‘Ouch, don’t do that again!’ or ‘Right, don’t move this bit, I’m trying to fix it.’ Chronic pain is brutal in its complete and utter uselessness, and it makes you feel useless too.
My word count has fallen significantly behind my goal projection, because I had my first PHYSIOTHERAPY on Thursday! It was a really positive, albeit completely bizarre, experience.
Yes, it is safe to say, I have been flagging. I was hoping to get at least a week in before I began to wobble but alas, it took me just five days. In my defence, I knew I wouldn’t be writing for two of them because of being in London. What I didn’t foresee (though I probably should have done) was the massive blooming flare-up that followed my Big City jaunt.
In which I talk about cheating on Day 1, and my five top reads which are influencing my novel.
The doctor made a point of telling me he didn’t want to cause any more pain than was absolutely necessary. Which, to a chronic pain sufferer, is always one of the nicest things you could wish to hear from anyone, anytime, anywhere. Especially when your knees are spread and your knickers are halfway across the room.
For two years, I have had the privilege of dating a wonderful young man. He’s kind, thoughtful, sensitive, respectful, intelligent, loving, not to mention extremely handsome, with beautiful blue eyes and a heart-melting smile. Last week, I ended that two-year relationship.