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I've been having pretty darn horrible back problems the past week or so, after having had minor problems for small periods of time in the past few years. I went to the doctor this morning, and apparenlty there's something wrong about the way I stand and move my upper body. I do everything from the middle of my back/spinal cord, and the bottom is like "Hello? Don't make me hurt you!", which of course it did. :P
So the doctor sent me to the physiotherapist, for... I have no idea how to translate this, but it's basically to see someone who does excercises with me to improve my stance. I get to the physiotherapist's office to make my appointment, and to my surprise there's a male receptionist. I don't know how this is in other countries, but here they tend to be female, especially in the medical field (dentists, doctors, etc.). He was -impressive-! I actually forgot why I was there for a second and just handed him the note the doctor gave me. ¬_¬ Blonde pretty men are my kryptonite. Or my aphrodesiac, I don´t know. ¬_¬
He hands me a note with the appointment, then pulls it back before I can grab it - I always hate that, it feels like people are tricking me :P - to add his name, and tells me he's the one I'll have the appointment with. Squee! This is so the silver lining to the whole back pain thing.
Also? My mom had this type of therapy before and just told me to wear a nice set of underwear, because that's what I'll be in come Tuesday. I think karma's on my side. Although most likely I'm gonna be the only one in their underwear. ¬_¬
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