I took the afternoon off today to go see the doctor about my back. Over the past few months (probably longer), my neck and back have become increasingly in pain, albeit in spurts. Some weeks it goes away completely, other weeks it’s crazy painful.
Last week was such a week. It starts with a twinge on the right side of my neck and makes its way to both my lower back and right temple. It was painful enough last week that I had to call in a sick day as the pain kept me up most of the night. So today I went to a new doctor in my neighbourhood who’s taking new patients. This is good because I haven’t had a family doctor since I left New Brunswick two years ago.
The doctor pretty quickly determined that I have shitty posture and I’m not using my keyboard correctly. He gave me a prescription for back pills (anti-inflamatory) and I was in and out in half an hour. I wasn’t used to that level of efficiency, having had make due with walk-in clinics. I had to check to make sure I wasn’t in a private clinic.
In other news, she, he, she, and I won the Pub Quiz Tuesday for the second month in a row. Admittedly I almost lost it for them when I forgot that a) I forgot that Steve Martin has hosted Saturday Night Live the greatest number of times, and b) that it was Bill Murray and not John Belushi, who got into a fist fight with Chevy Chase. Still, we won by, like, 2 points. There should be a belt for that or something.
Meanwhile The Amazing Racers hit London and why is it that every American show that takes place in London has to have “Rule Britannia” playing as the background music? Anyhow, Meredith and Gretchen, the old couple, were eliminated but as annoying as they were, they perservered. Ron and Kelly still grate while Romber are still incredibly lucky but I’m pulling for Joyce and Uchenna, who has the odd habit of adopting the local accent wherever he goes: “Can you take me to Pottersfield Pahk? I say! Tally-Ho!”
The leg was also enlivened by the appearance of Sir Ian McKellan* in the role of Sherlock Holmes:
Also, at the pit stop for every leg, there is a local greeter who is often representative (in a postcard kind of way) of the local culture. In London, it was a snappy dresser with a bowler hat. It should have been Emily Howard.
*Or at least an incredible simulation…