WHMP: 15 August 2017

Tonight will be short and sweet as I’m exhausted. Tuesday is my mummy, housework, down time day and I haven’t stopped all bloody day and I’m spent.

I went to the physio today as I really wanted to try another route to locate and treat this damn pesky pain. One of my friends works as the office manager at the clinic and she couldn’t believe how much weight I had lost, this felt good to hear given the funk I am finding myself slipping into.

The physio was lovely, slightly confused with what was going on but was determined to try and figure out what’s going on! I think I had the poor man slightly terrified by all my revolting noises to the point that he was on red alert with the bin was on standby next to the bed. He believes that it is something muscular as a result of my body trying to readjust to my massive weight loss so quickly. He tried different position and motions to see if it affected the levels of pain, nausea and dizziness, some did and some didn’t. He didn’t want to push things so we did some initial assessments of what’s going on and back again tomorrow for more active treatment. I have no idea if it’s going to work or not but at least I’m trying something new and not feeling sorry for myself dwelling on the couch.