...has been aching for the last 5 weeks now. Just woke up one morning and it was killing me.
Dot got the blame for triggering it off as she had been sleeping over my arm but it could easily have been too many preacher curls with the dumbells.
Finally got round to going to the drop-in Physio's at work. They were brilliant with me last year when I had a back problem.
Straight away, she diagnosed Tennis elbow. Suggested a special strapping with a pressure pad that goes over the muscle, unfortunatly, she said the person in their dept. who does all the ordering hadnt a clue about what they needed or how to go about it properly (sounds familiar) so wrote down for me what to ask at Boot's for.
Still, it was nice to get a diagnosis and as its affecting my movement and infringing on my work they've moved me up the waiting list for more attention.
Got the strapping from Boot's - £18.89 for a dod of velcro with a wee pressure pad.
Thank fuck for Boot's store cards with enough points saved up to cover the cost of the thing.
The dull ache part of it is still there but the sharp pains just arn't quite so bad.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Not been here for a while...
...although I have managed to finally get a hold of a phone no. for Orange so I'm technically back with them - they just cant connect me up to the old Wanadoo modem so I have to wait for them to send me another one.
Bloody Gas people.
Some new guy up the close wanted to change his gas provider. They insisted that the gas pipes to all 8 flats up the close got changed from copper to stainless steel.
Guess whose address was the only one who didnt get a letter informing them og the upgrade?
First I knew about it a workman stopped me in the close, asked me which flat I was in and then said Friday OK?. He was an ugly bastard so hopiong it wasnt an offer of a date I asked him what he was going on about - finally found out what he was meaning. Unfortunately, I was working on all the dates he suggested, plus the flat was a fucking tip, so it meant that I was going to be without heating from the Thursday to the Monday when they could finally change my pipes and re-connect me.
Took them 2 hours to do the work.
And they managed to break the window over the lavvy door.
Said they had to fill in a green form and the Gas people would contact me when a glazier would come and fix it.
That was 10 days ago.
Last night I got home from work to find a wee page out a notebook shoved through the letter box to the effect that a joiner had called but I wasnt in to give them access. The phone no. was a mobile. When I phoned it, the guy answering didnt say who he was, still dont know the name of the glaziers who are supposed to be dealing with it and he was really non-commital as to when he would actually do the work. On mentioning it at work - the girls were appalled at the cavallier attitude of the gas people given that I'm a "lone female" and have been on at me to contact the gas folk to give them a row- again.
Fuckin' hate workmen coming into the flat.
Bloody Gas people.
Some new guy up the close wanted to change his gas provider. They insisted that the gas pipes to all 8 flats up the close got changed from copper to stainless steel.
Guess whose address was the only one who didnt get a letter informing them og the upgrade?
First I knew about it a workman stopped me in the close, asked me which flat I was in and then said Friday OK?. He was an ugly bastard so hopiong it wasnt an offer of a date I asked him what he was going on about - finally found out what he was meaning. Unfortunately, I was working on all the dates he suggested, plus the flat was a fucking tip, so it meant that I was going to be without heating from the Thursday to the Monday when they could finally change my pipes and re-connect me.
Took them 2 hours to do the work.
And they managed to break the window over the lavvy door.
Said they had to fill in a green form and the Gas people would contact me when a glazier would come and fix it.
That was 10 days ago.
Last night I got home from work to find a wee page out a notebook shoved through the letter box to the effect that a joiner had called but I wasnt in to give them access. The phone no. was a mobile. When I phoned it, the guy answering didnt say who he was, still dont know the name of the glaziers who are supposed to be dealing with it and he was really non-commital as to when he would actually do the work. On mentioning it at work - the girls were appalled at the cavallier attitude of the gas people given that I'm a "lone female" and have been on at me to contact the gas folk to give them a row- again.
Fuckin' hate workmen coming into the flat.
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