So, Thursday 21st March my back pain (which has been boring the tits of me, never mind everybody else gets really bad). Off to A&E with you says my physio (Thank God for ActiveVIII of Henley - without them, my life would look very different now), so like a well behaved lady (no really, it bloody hurt!), off we went.
Standard A&E, long wait, lots of weirdos, boredom, but eventually get seen. Doc agrees all is not well, x-rays, says I need an urgent MRI - he's worried.
Off home, lots of Tramadol and Diazapem.
There's got to be some upside to this - I might actually get to sleep now.
Bonus.
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