"Physiotherapy"

"Physiotherapy"

"Aaaaaaaaaargh!"

I screamed.

Rolling off

The gymnasium

Bench in agony.

They'd had me doing

Sit-ups,

With my upper body

Overhanging

The end of

The bench.

The two

Wooden knobs

At the end

Grinding

Into

My

Sacroiliac.

Already

Inflamed

By arthritis

And ankylosing spondelitis

To where

Eight dihydrocodeine 30s

A day were barely

Holding their own.

"Aaaaaaaaaaargh!"

I screamed,

Writhing 

On the floor

Trying to find

Just one position

That didn't hurt.

"What's the matter

Mr Burman?"

The Physiotherapist

Asked, rushing

To my side

With what I thought 

Was genuine concern.

"My back, I've hurt my back!"

I gasped.

"Oh, that's OK"

She said with relief

In her voice.

"You came in

With a bad back!"

And with that

She turned and 

Walked away!

I f**king hate

Physiotherapists!

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