Still having occasional back pain, I had my second visit to the kiné (physio) last night, 13 more visits to go the next one is tomorrow night.
When we arrived it was obvious that the kiné was a bit peeved by the intervention of our Généraliste (GP). Of course it was not at all our fault, but I felt I had to say désolé (very sorry) to the poor bloke. He’s a pretty happy go lucky guy, a really nice bloke. He once told me that because he is basically blind, he suffered quite a lot of abuse from his Dad. Now he works 12+ hour days – our appointment was at 7.15pm when most people are at home preparing their evening meal.
When I said sorry, he said to me “no problem” – but then added “That GP really is weird sometimes. Does he want you to crawl on all fours before getting better (a French expression to say taking things slowly when it really isn’t necessary). I told him that he said to me that I’d eventually end up on the operating table, which doesn’t really instill confidence.
Pity really because up to now I thought our GP was quite good. But if I’m being honest I think he is trying to say “do some sport you fat bastard” – only very politely.
He is right of course… I have put on a helluva lot of weight over the years. When I look at the photo taken of me 14 years ago – shown in my previous post – I sometimes think its a totally different person.
This week I’ve cut down on eating cheese (I eat too much) and am eating more fruit, even if it is a compote. Cutting out starters and putting a little less on my plate. Have already dropped a kilo.
The idea is that at the end of these 15 sessions with the kiné I’ll be well enough to start doing some exercise… I’ll be borrowing the PIL’s exercise bike while they are away in Brantôme.
Me and exercise are complete strangers, but something really needs to be done if I’m going to be in a good enough shape for when the new baby arrives…