The bad news is that my brother and his best friend are nurses and they've enjoyed explaining the downsides of my pain medication, Dicoflex. Dicoflex is the brand name for Diclofenac sodium, which apparently is Latin for "say goodbye to your stomach lining". And I'm told that the increased risk of myocardial infarction and stroke is very small. My favorite warning about diclofenac is from the wikipedia entry: "studies in Pakistan showed that diclofenac caused acute kidney failure in vultures when they ate the carcasses of animals that had recently been treated with it". There goes my dinner plans. Still, I'm grateful because Dicoflex and heating pads have kept the pain down enough that I can actually walk.
My back has been sore for two and a half weeks now. However, last Saturday, after spending an afternoon walking along the south bank of the Thames and looking for places to live, I got home and the pain started getting intense. I had trouble walking. I couldn't even take a warm bath because I discovered that getting out of a bath tub when you can't sit up is a bit humiliating.
I've now missed two days of work, but fortunately they're letting me work from home. I'm probably going to be missing a few more days of work, but hopefully I'll be back in next week and, with luck, the BBC will have a staff physiotherapist available for me. As it turns out, waiting for an NHS physio will take a couple of weeks. So far, this has been my first disappointing experience with NHS, but the doctor was able to see me the same day as I called. That, at least, was a good thing.