So, after nearly five years of glorious wellness, it is strange to be dealing with a new diagnosis. When I turned 45 in January, my back started 'acting up' and was sore every night. It still is. The good old NHS gave me an MRI scan and, in short, the consultant told me I have early stage Osteoarthritis.
I learned more about the illness from a hospital leaflet than I did from the doctor himself. A friend who is a nurse said firmly, 'it won't get any better. You'll have to manage it.' We were at the playgroup social night out and it seemed more fitting to move on to another topic of chat and concentrate on just how compulsive the Tiramisu and Summer Fruit puddings were.
That's kind of where I'm at. I don't really want to think about it. I might try some chiropractor stuff and some more Pilates. Fish oils.
Normal life is still good. Summer is always my favourite time of year. The garden keeps surprising. I must take some photos. Our children are blooming too. Hugh goes to school after summer. A whole new chapter.