Christmas is in the air. Nativity plays, pensioners' parties - work takes on a festive element at this time of year. Yes,'tis the season to be jolly and the Christmas spirit has finally 'kicked in'. With the paper off to print on Thursday every thing's winding down for the holidays now, and thoughts turn to Christmas.
It's not all been mistletoe and wine, though. Regular readers - both of you - will know that I've had an ongoing problem with my shoulder. It's been dragging on for months; visits to the GP, painkillers then ever-stronger painkillers, but on Thursday I had a long-awaited appointment with a physiotherapist. Thirty minutes of pulling, pummeling, pushing and prodding later: a diagnosis - a 'tweaked tendon' in my shoulder.
I've to receive more physiotherapy, but I was also given acupuncture. I've never experienced this before, and it's too soon to say if it's making any difference. However there has been one alarming side-effect: I have discovered an involuntary impulse to practise ancient martial arts. Not too much of a problem in the privacy of your own home, but not quite so socially acceptable when you launch flying kicks at unsuspecting pensioners at bus stops...
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