This morning I was experiencing exactly what I've experienced every morning after I've returned to Paris after some time at home. Lack of motivation, dislike of rugby, longing for my mates and some chilly Edinburgh weather. But by the time I got into the club just after 2, it was straight back into the old routine. Sadly, the old routine does include popping up to the physio when I arrive. Recently it was just to say hello but today I wanted him to check out my wrist.
From October to about March I carried quite a left wrist injury. No one could work out what it was but it was stopping me pulling out my huge hand-off, a huge part of my game when running at French back-rows. Less important was the decline in my left hand pass. I had x-rays, MRI scans and even went to see the a specialist, possibly THE specialist - President of the European Wrist Arthroscopy Society and a member of the American Society for Surgery of the Hand. This was after Christmas. I was managing to play and train, strapping up the wrist before each session, and dunking it in ice afterwards. He suggested some sort of injection but by the time it got round to this the pain had started to clear up.
I now have the pain in my right wrist and am doing much more than I did first time round in an effort to clear this up as soon as possible. So today I used the machine which emits hot electrical impulses. I held the wee thing on my wrist and the short term benefits were mightily impressive. It got sore again later on but at least it helped for a while.
My vastly knowledgeable scrum-half was discussing the Old Firm derby today. I explained the background to the whole thing, the bomb threats and so on. We then discussed the fortunes of Hibs, which happens to be the 3rd and final Scottish football club that he knows. On top of all this, he has also been known to come up to me and name Scotland rugby players of days gone by..."Dougie Morgan"...."John Jeffrey"...."Roy Laidlaw".
It warms the heart.
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