My second trip to the physio today. More rhythmical pressing of the shoulder joint –
painful, but not excruciatingly so. Seems it needs a bit of j-j-jiggling, as Arkwright would have it. (Brits will understand.) The treatment appears to be working, though;
signs of improvement are becoming ever more manifest.
And I got a promotion today. I did. I now have a piece of red latex to exercise with. Imagine
that. No more wimpy yellow for me. Wait until I get to the top of the pecking order and receive a black
piece. Decadence Defined! My life complete.
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