Scary!

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.

At the osteopath’s.

Her name is Sylvie, she looks like a Leprechaun and she is magic.

I went because I’m pretty sure I’ve broken my leg, well – my shin.

I’m not sure what she would be able to do about that but my doctor, much though I rate him, reckons it’s a problem with my liver and I needed to open a second front.

Because I can’t run and if I can’t run I go down, and down, and down……

She said, “I’m not the person you need to see, but I’ll do what I can.”

And then I lay on her table thing and tried not to drift off into sleep as she did what ever it is she does because it’s not clicking.

She’s a cranial osteopath.

I’ve been going since I was 36. Not every day of course but from time to time so she knows what I look like in my boxer shorts.

She seems to know what I look like inside too.

Scary!

For her.

“Ok there’s a little problem here on the knee – can you feel that?”

I could now.

“But your balance is good. It’s just your diaphragm that needs, er, that needs, well….. it needs you to go for a run. It wants to go -YEAH!”

And then…

“But you look good, you’ve had a real blast of youth and your skin looks good too. You look much better than the last time I saw you.”

I like her.

Perhaps I’m in love.