Circle of drugs

Ok, so yesterday I said I could be an excellent spy, as I could take pain as long as my torturer was good looking. Today I am saying my male physio (who is good looking) would make an excellent torturer, as there was no sign of any bruising or marks, but sweet jesus did my shoulder hurt like hell all day today, just like he predicted!

Looking back to when I first met him in Broomfield hospital, I should have had light bulbs going off in my old brain. As when he used give me my physio to drain my lungs, the man had so much power in those hands, that my fillings in my teeth would rattle as he did percussion on my back. My lungs would be as clear as a bell afterwards, but I would be moulded into my mattress in a hot and sweaty mess!
And to make matters worse it was my first day back at work and everyone came up and congratulated me for becoming a mother-in-law again by grabbing me on the shoulder as I sat at my desk... my poor pitiful shoulder.
AND I got bit on my thigh AND on my shoulder, yes the very same shoulder. I got bit by something with sharp teeth in my bed last night and it wasn't Eric the cute, but very dangerous vampire viking from the True Blood books!
By the time I put my piles cream on, my thrush cream on... I'll leave to your imagination, my freezer gel on my shoulder and now tea tree oil on my bites, I was running 15mins late for work and I still had to stop off at the hospital to drop off a sample to make sure the chest infection of last week has cleared up. The drugs to clear up that was why my piles were playing up and I had thrush in the first place. At least I remembered to write on the specimen tub before trying to get my sputum in!

Such is the circle of drugs!

Lots of love Debbie x