It was a typically cold Thursday morning on the way to the
gym. Little did I know that the nibbling cold wasn’t going to be the only thing
to cause me discomfort... During my gym class I and many others were, under the
relentless encouragement of our instructor, attempting set after set of tricep
dips. Into the 3rd set, having only just struggled through the
sit-ups, I was wavering and as I tried to haul myself out of a dip I heard a
clunk across my chest. It was an unattractive drop to the floor. The shooting
pain made cycling home difficult, daily peck-horsing, clambering children,
cleaning and just sitting and standing as much so.
The kids were off school the following Friday but I was in
too much pain to wait until Monday so a trip to the Dutch Doctors with kids as
very reluctant moral support was in order. Passport, travel insurance documents and
EHIC all proved invaluable but didn’t stop it costing me €25+. In true Dutch
fashion the consultation was very to the point. A small rupture in the muscles across
my chest was diagnosed and strong painkillers prescribed. It should heal itself
but since this happened in January and gyming is still off the cards I am getting
slightly impatient.
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