She poked, prodded, acupuncted, used some sort of sound wave device that I'm fairly sure came directly from an episode of Star Trek, and by the end I had stopped hurting at least for a while, which was a huge relief, and got a proper night's sleep, ditto. It remains to be seen how long-term effective this will be : I did hurt quite a bit today, but not so continuously. And I have an exercise to do, and was given instructions about which over the counter pain thing to buy, which was also very helpful.
Also knackered: my car poor Helga Saab, whose suspension has completely given up the ghost. I joined a local artists group, went off to the first meeting, which was fun, and was halfway back and feeling cheerful when suddenly there was a sudden loud thumping noise...
Apparently they aren't making suspensions for 2002 Saabs any more and even used parts for the suspension are 'like gold dust' so Helga has gone to Car Graveyard. We went today to see a couple of cheap old bangers, since we do need to replace her. Pp's car is not really much use for carrying dogs, canoes, or boxes of role-playing stuff. After some debate, we put down a deposit on an ancient and cheap Volvo V70, which after only 142,000 miles and 14 years looks considerably younger than Helga did. Not 100% that we will buy it since it juddered a little at speed, but the place that's selling it is going to sort the wheel alignment which I hope will fix that.
If we do buy her, I think I'm going to call her Gambara. I was thinking it looked more like a male car, for some reason, but on the other hand, it's a Volvo, so should have a vǫlva kind of name, and this story about the Lombards is way too wonderful not to use.