See those needles. How long do you think those ones are in my butt?
Now double that and you won’t be anywhere near their length.
I mean check this video out. ( its not me, but it gives you a rough idea)
Teejay kept saying I was a drama queen when I let out involuntary screams as he twiddled some of them. It was like electricity shooting down my leg. My feet seemed to have a mind of their own.
I had gone today for deep tissue manipulation.. Well Teejay added some Hivamat electrostatic therapy and then out came the needles. I had dry needling last July at an osteopaths. But today I could really feel them. Hopefully they were doing something good, as my previous dry needling sessions didn’t help me at all. I was tired out afterwards and had a little snooze when I got home.
The rest of the week was all about treatments as well. Monday I had traction in hospital.
Tuesday was a relaxing day at the spa at Hanbury Manor with my friend Linda.
I had found some £20 vouchers that included a back massage.We thoroughly enjoyed our treatments and spent an entire day not doing much at all. Bliss.
Wednesday was another day with a physio
I am stopping my appointments here. They are a total waste of time. They kill me to get there and then I just go home with another sheet of exercises I can’t do.
I have decided to have surgery and hopefully I will be able to have it over Easter. But first I want a second opinion from another consultant. Teejay summed up my present consultant exactly today. He said he sounds like a prat. And that was the word I have been searching for. I just don’t trust him and I have a gut feeling about him and prat was the perfect word.