Paid a visit to my back doctor this afternoon thinking I would get a clean bill of health, only to be informed that my spine was stiffening up and I was in need of some of the old muscle relaxant. It's the first time I've been on regular medication (a bottle of the stuff) since 2010 and I'm not best pleased. Mind you, if it helps me avoid a catastrophic episode like the one in Madrid when the muscle went into spasm and I ended up crawling to the toilet in the early hours of the morning then I'll take the blighters.
Lovely word 'spasm'. It goes some way to conveying just how unpleasant it is when your muscles decide to teach you a lesson, but not quite far enough. You've really got to be there, or rather not be, if you see what I mean.
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