As those of you who follow my twitter will know, I recently busted my back pretty badly. The chair I was sitting on at work spontaneously decided two years was long enough, and it was time for the metal struts holding it together to disintegrate. The resulting trauma did not good things to my lower spine, and it all went very pear-shaped (although not literally).I have something called spondylolisthesis, and the osteopath has been seeing me three times a week ever since. I’ve also been wearing my corset daily, now that I’m able to actually sit up again!
The osteo has been pretty awesome, and I’ve been enjoying the acupuncture needles and the TENS machine – it’s not quite as fun when it’s for agonising pain as it is when it’s just for kicks and giggles, but I’ll take what I can get. And it definitely does help.
Visiting the osteo, though, gave me an idea – putting my corset on again after sessions means they leave me alone with the door closed to wrestle it back on. When better to get myself some Scavenger Hunt photos, hmm?
Top comes off, camera comes out, photos get taken. Whee! No near-captures this time, either …
I do some of my best thinking in here. And you can totally tell I’ve had my face smooshed into a pillow for the last three quarters of an hour, can’t you?
Hello little posture man. Are you reaching for your genitals?
I would have happily spent twice as long taking pictures in there – especially playing with the posture man! But it was time to re-corset myself, and slowly amble off to work.
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