May 11, 2004 12:31
Just been to see the physiotherapist about my Bell's Palsy, which is on the mend by the way.
Good news: he's called Pepe, he's Spanish, he's young and he's gorgeous! If he'd wanted to indulge in gross professional misconduct with me I wouldn't have made any complaint.
Bad news: He didn't. But his hands on my face and neck were very nice.
Scary news: He belives the palsy and the awful headaches I had a week or so earlier were related and the result of a blood clot on the brain. Only a minor one which cleared itself quickly, but all the same.
And finally: He wants me to get off the Prednisolone tablets PDQ. They're doing no good and it's almost certainly those which have made me depressed and moody. (I hardly slept at all last night and was anxious and cried a lot before I went out).