The pill-induced euphoria has died down this morning and the reality of my situation has hit me. I am in an extraordinary amount of pain and completely unable to move properly. TheLoveMachine is in the staff car park at work so I am totally reliant on Philippa for transport. She will have to take tomorrow off to get me to the hospital, and might even have to stay home to look after me indefinitely. I’m not sure how serious this is, but I feel like every part of my shoulder from the socket up to the nape of my neck is in spasm, on fire and disintegrating. I am facing the possibility that, at best, I need a long spell of physiotherapy and will be incapacitated for months. And I don’t even know how I did it!
The only saving grace I can find is that at least it’s not the shoulder with the tattoo, so no-one at the hospital will be looking at my back and going “Doesn’t PHILIPPA have two P’s??”
RC 19-3-13
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