rARsh!

Stop when I’m up to 5′ 10″

It was back to the chiropractor and for another session on the rack. Thankfully it was nowhere near as painful as the first session.

“Stop when I’m up to 5′ 10″, please,” I asked politely.

Being antipodean it took Dr J_____n a while to realise what I meant but - to prove it had finally sunk in - he jested “Oops. Seven feet.”

My, how I chortled.

In spite of his claim, I’m still under 5′ 8″ tall but - on the plus side - I’m now stickless and moving around pretty much freely. Wahey! Considering that on my way from the car park to my appointment this morning I was overtaken by a little old lady who was also using a stick, I think that represents fairly dramatic progress.