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Even though I'm generally suspicious of people over 30 who claim never to have grown up. Having grown up doesn't automatically imply being dull and humourless, nor does it mean that one has intentionally repressed or forgotten one's childhood. It's mainly about responsibility, IMO, and bearing and facing up to one's responsibilities isn't a bad thing, if you ask me.
/end preacher mode
So, being all grown-up and responsible, I've decided finally to see a doctor about my lower back pains. I'm pretty sure that my right hip being 5mm higher than the left is the root of the problem, but in this case it's less important to know what's the root than what the problem is. It may be, as I sincerely hope, merely muscular -- the muscles on the right side never get to relax completely, due to the higher hip -- and the fact that warmth helps may well indicate that this is all it is. There may, however, be something wrong with a disc or with the hip joint, and even though I fear the prospect of having to reduce tennis and/or running (and let's not think about surgery...), going on as if nothing was the matter won't help a lot. So the doctor it is, on Wednesday morning. He comes highly recommended by our doctor of confidence, which is certainly one thing less to worry about.
Since there's also something wrong with my right foot -- he can have a look at that, too -- the imminent appointment finally motivated me to do a thorough pedicure yesterday.
It was very, very necessary. Lots of exercise combined with the lack of a boyfriend/ affair/ possibility of casual sex make for horribly unpresentable feet. I'm not usually a slacker in the maintenance department and don't need any motivation other than the desire to look good, but obviously the abovementioned factors plus the fact that nobody ever gets to see my feet during the cold season are a bit too much even for Motivated Me.
Due to back pain and also to having woken up at 3.45 this morning, I grumblingly cancelled today's tennis, but will do Pilates, which always helps with the back. (Yet another indicator that the pain is just muscular, since thorough stretching makes it go away)
This didn't make my Monday-morning mood any better, nor was it improved by the awareness that the Ambassador will return today from his holiday.
His absence did give me the possibility, however, finally to have an exciting couple of days last weeks and do some work I enjoy: I'd hardly posted on Wednesday re. going to the hairdresser and enjoying a leisurely lunch afterwards, when the CEO of the biggest Austrian company in Macedonia called me on my mobile to report that shit was about to hit the fan yet again. A flurry of meetings, consultations with the ministry and letter- and report writing ensued; even though there's no telling yet what effect the letter I sent off to the Prime Minister and some other members of government will or will not have, I got at least the satisfaction of a job well and efficiently done. Without wanting to give the impression that I'm 100% dependent on other people's good opinion of me, I certainly have to admit that positive feedback is a wonderful thing. A wonderful thing that has been sadly lacking for the last four-and-a-half months and was therefore even more welcome.
Before being downgraded once again to worm status, I have to participate in a working breakfast this morning with the Foreign Minister. Since I'm not harbouring any expectations re. what he'll have to tell us, I'm raher hoping for some nice food.
Have a good start into the week, all of you!
/end preacher mode
So, being all grown-up and responsible, I've decided finally to see a doctor about my lower back pains. I'm pretty sure that my right hip being 5mm higher than the left is the root of the problem, but in this case it's less important to know what's the root than what the problem is. It may be, as I sincerely hope, merely muscular -- the muscles on the right side never get to relax completely, due to the higher hip -- and the fact that warmth helps may well indicate that this is all it is. There may, however, be something wrong with a disc or with the hip joint, and even though I fear the prospect of having to reduce tennis and/or running (and let's not think about surgery...), going on as if nothing was the matter won't help a lot. So the doctor it is, on Wednesday morning. He comes highly recommended by our doctor of confidence, which is certainly one thing less to worry about.
Since there's also something wrong with my right foot -- he can have a look at that, too -- the imminent appointment finally motivated me to do a thorough pedicure yesterday.
It was very, very necessary. Lots of exercise combined with the lack of a boyfriend/ affair/ possibility of casual sex make for horribly unpresentable feet. I'm not usually a slacker in the maintenance department and don't need any motivation other than the desire to look good, but obviously the abovementioned factors plus the fact that nobody ever gets to see my feet during the cold season are a bit too much even for Motivated Me.
Due to back pain and also to having woken up at 3.45 this morning, I grumblingly cancelled today's tennis, but will do Pilates, which always helps with the back. (Yet another indicator that the pain is just muscular, since thorough stretching makes it go away)
This didn't make my Monday-morning mood any better, nor was it improved by the awareness that the Ambassador will return today from his holiday.
His absence did give me the possibility, however, finally to have an exciting couple of days last weeks and do some work I enjoy: I'd hardly posted on Wednesday re. going to the hairdresser and enjoying a leisurely lunch afterwards, when the CEO of the biggest Austrian company in Macedonia called me on my mobile to report that shit was about to hit the fan yet again. A flurry of meetings, consultations with the ministry and letter- and report writing ensued; even though there's no telling yet what effect the letter I sent off to the Prime Minister and some other members of government will or will not have, I got at least the satisfaction of a job well and efficiently done. Without wanting to give the impression that I'm 100% dependent on other people's good opinion of me, I certainly have to admit that positive feedback is a wonderful thing. A wonderful thing that has been sadly lacking for the last four-and-a-half months and was therefore even more welcome.
Before being downgraded once again to worm status, I have to participate in a working breakfast this morning with the Foreign Minister. Since I'm not harbouring any expectations re. what he'll have to tell us, I'm raher hoping for some nice food.
Have a good start into the week, all of you!
