But last night, whilst dealing with the broken VCR (see previous entry), I did it again, but worse. Fortunately chilledchimp managed to dig up some Cocodamol, which is not a circus performing monkey but Codeine/Paracetamol.
I took two this morning and now I have no pain. On the other hand, I'm no longer sure which planet I'm on. This is probably not the time to be reading Troika about a jeep, a brontosaurus and a old Mexican woman wandering about in a desert. Not because it's confusing but because I'm starting to feel like one of them.