It’s been almost a month now. Almost a month since I broke up with Jarvis’s physiotherapist.
I rang a few days before our scheduled appointment and said we had been sick and wouldn’t be able to make it. That I’d ring later in the week to make a new appointment. I gave all this information to the answering machine. The answering machine I knew would be manning the phones before they opened at 8.30am. Yes, as far as breakups go, it was right up there with the most cowardly.
I hung up on the machine and I felt my shoulders relax. I wasn’t going to be making that next appointment. Continue reading