I have been physiotherapied!

In a funny mood: up and down like a yoyo. I feel the need to blether, and I feel embarrassed blethering in livejournal. I suppose I want to go to a cafe with a group of people and socialise, but it's the middle of the week, Richard is working late, and I can't get out by myself anyway (can't physically, I mean). Chatting online fulfills some of my need to socialise, but my actual journal seems too permanent for me to want to put inane waffle that might only make sense to me in it. I did that the other night, and it was terribly embarrassing come the morning.

So - um, yes. I will try to stick to facts. I have been to the physiotherapist. ( ... )

It was as successful as I expected, i.e. she confirmed the doctor's diagnosis based on my answers to "The" standard questionnaire for this illness (and I have realised from talking to her that a couple of other things I hadn't even thought of as symptoms probably are!). So I definitely have hyperventilation occulta or chronic hyperventilation syndrome - the question that remains now is whether it is the cause of all my ailments or merely a cause. I now understand what I am supposed to be doing in terms of exercises, and she said some Very interesting things, which I will elaborate on at some later date.

( A bit more about my day, if you're interested. )