I woke this morning with a twinge my back.
It was nothing awful, but I had definitely done something to it. Looking back, I had mowed the back lawns yesterday and also loaded an exercise bike in to the trailer.
I wondered if I had pulled a muscle, while hoping that it wasn't a recurrence of the problems I had with my back in 2023.
With the German motorcycle tour getting underway on Friday, an injured back was the last thing I wanted. My inner hypochondriac went in to overdrive, and had me imagining being stranded in Deutschland unable to ride my motorcycle.
I took a couple of ibuprofen and decided to have a lazy day. Unfortunately the pills didn't lessen the pain, so I upped the anti and took couple of Tramadol too.
For the uninitiated this is the pharmacological equivalent of downing half a bottle of good wine. I subsequently spent the next three hours dozing on my bed.
Dot 'n Dave paid a visit in the afternoon and we spent a few hours sitting in the sun catching up with each others' news.
On their departure I downed another couple of Tramadol and snoozed on the sofa for the evening.
I was so out out it, I didn't bother to eat.*
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* 30% was out with the cinema club
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