Taking my finger off the self-destruct button

poorbutrich

Wordsmith wrote: »

It wasn't the bra and pants I was worried about the osteopath seeing, Horace, it was all the bits that weren't contained by them. I wasn't even sure I was going to make it there, since the bra constricted my breathing so much I thought I might expire on the way.

He didn't ask me to strip at all (only thought he would because when I last went to see an osteopath, about ten years ago, this is what I had to do so that she could see my spine). Only iffy bit was where he asked me to relax my buttocks. I don't think so, Mister! And there was a slightly dodgy moment where he asked me to put one foot in front of the other and then to bend my knees so that I was hunkering down ... had a mild panic attack that I wasn't going to be able to get up again.

Anyway, I am €70 lighter, which in financial terms is an unplus, but I am not going to list it as such because it was €70 so well spent. I can't believe I took two years to try to get this sorted (la, la, la, can't hear you, poorbutrich, la, la, la). The problem doesn't appear to be any of the things I feared (which ranged from being stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of my lift to dying from cancer of the spine), and his manipulation has already made all the crunchy bits much freer - I am pretty sore but hopefully that will go in a couple of days and then we shall see how fixed it is. I don't even have to go back to see him unless I still get the pain.

And just for the record, sexy French voice fitted sexy French body perfectly.:D I think I may still have the pain ...

Had to pay €2.60 for car parking, and bought two birthday cards, which cost €5.98. Had a quick look in the bookshop but managed not to buy any books, so that's a plus.

There's not much else to update. Short-fuse client gave me another €500 of what he owes me. Still a way to go, but he's making some inroads.

Got a proofreading job. Yes, of course, I am very pleased to have it, but I got no warning that it was on its way until it fell into my email inbox on Saturday with a note "It's urgent". I need the work. I want the work. I enjoy the work. But why, oh why, couldn't they have let me know it was on the way. I had to pretend I hadn't seen it until Monday because I was a shop girl all weekend and then was working at the pub all day Monday. I worked on it until the early hours this morning and finished my first read through this afternoon. Now I have to do my second read. I am not going to let them rush me this time - every book I do for them is deemed to be "urgent", so I rush it and send it back before I have really finished and consequently miss things, which makes me feel terrible. So this time they are just going to have to wait for it so I can feel I've done a thorough job. That does, of course, mean working until the early hours again tonight.

So, I'd best crack on.

Wordsmith, can I have another cup of tea please to replace the one that I just spat at the screen in laughter!!

I'm debating whether to share my story about going to the osteopath after work when I'd forgotten underwear that day. I had to remove my trousers and mumbled something about going swimming before work in my swimming suit and forgetting my undies but from the guy's nonchalant manner in whisking out a blanket to hide everything, you'd have thought I'd been the 40th person that day to do the same thing!

Glad you're better anyway - that's worth 70E!!

Wordsmith

My gosh, poorbutrich :eek:. Suddenly I am feeling very sorry for osteopaths everywhere. What with people farting at them all day and then having clients turn up with no undies. (Your osteopath wasn't a sexy Frenchman was he?)

What I am most :eek::eek: about is that you said you went to see an osteopath about your neck! So why were you taking your trousers off? I think we should be told!

Horace

Thanks for making me cough with laughter Wordsmith - the thought of sexy french osteopaths and poorbutrich seeing an osteopath when he was going commando is just too funny for words:rotfl:

I think that those in the medical profession are used to the love puffs that we emit from time to time and they have seen wobbly bits.

I can remember going to see an osteopath after my car accident - he politely informed me that he couldn't do anything because my back muscles were too strong and I think that is partly why I have trouble today some 16 years later:mad: I recall that I had to strip down to my undies too:o

Buffythedebtslayer

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you are brilliant Wordsmith.

Good night and lovely dreams xxx

poorbutrich

Wordsmith wrote: »

My gosh, poorbutrich :eek:. Suddenly I am feeling very sorry for osteopaths everywhere. What with people farting at them all day and then having clients turn up with no undies. (Your osteopath wasn't a sexy Frenchman was he?)

What I am most :eek::eek: about is that you said you went to see an osteopath about your neck! So why were you taking your trousers off? I think we should be told!

Did I?? No, without a doubt it was my lower back! I remember spending months and months of taking about half an hour to get out of my car, and when my 90-year-old grandma dropped something on the floor, I went to pick it up for her, but got stuck and she ended up being much faster than me at retreiving it and standing up again. That was when I decided it was time to do something about it!

poorbutrich

Horace wrote: »

Thanks for making me cough with laughter Wordsmith - the thought of sexy french osteopaths and poorbutrich seeing an osteopath when he was going commando is just too funny for words:rotfl:

I'm a girl!! (as my ostepath will confirm :rotfl:)

Horace

poorbutrich wrote: »

I'm a girl!! (as my ostepath will confirm :rotfl:)

Oops:o It's an easy mistake to make - folks think that I am a man but I have chesticles and not testicles:rotfl:

My profuse apologies.

Wordsmith

poorbutrich wrote: »

Did I??

Erm, no, actually you didn't. That's how rumours start, you know ...

poorbutrich

Horace wrote: »

Oops:o It's an easy mistake to make - folks think that I am a man but I have chesticles and not testicles:rotfl:

My profuse apologies.

Absolutely no need to apologise I've just had a peek at your website and you are extremely feminine and attractive. You do NOT look like a man!

I still need that kick that I asked for as I still haven't finished my business cards! The networking is going very well and I've been enjoying meeting businesswomen. I've felt much more comfortable in a women only context, but I am getting more and more embarrassed at my homemade business cards!

Here's to a productive week everyone - it's only a four dayer for me!! :beer:

little_h_2

A bit late but Wordsmith I too was in fits at the thought of your lizard problem!

I am seeing an osteopath at the moment and managed to give him a bit of an eyeful the other week. I don't have sensible bras and unfortunately it was neck and shoulder week so my top had to come off and there he was confronted with leopard print - I was mortified

Glad you are feeling better and the outcome was nowhere near as bad as you had expected!