Prepping the voodoo doll

“Holy frick! FRICK! FRICK! FRICK! What the hell is that?” Words that exited my mouth not even 10 minutes into yesterday’s physiotherapy appointment. I had visions of spiked clubs, electric shock and iron maidens with Dear Physio at the end of them filling my head with every body twisting stab of pain going through my …

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