You Deserve Some Truth about Back Pain

I came across a startling statistic recently that surprised and also angered me a little bit, and I’m not easily angered. Only 7% of people who attend their GP with back pain will get referred to a physiotherapist. Now I always struggled a bit with maths but doesn’t that leave 93%? So what happens them?… Continue reading You Deserve Some Truth about Back Pain

Chartered Physio comes up Trumps

Who to choose? They both make promises and do agree on certain issues but still they have very different ideas on very important agendas. Some obvious, others subtle little differences. One is female, the other male. One promises to work together to break down barriers, the other assures you they will eradicate the problem, create boundaries… Continue reading Chartered Physio comes up Trumps

Nothing ‘Hip’ about FAI

You’ve just spent 70 minutes turning this way and that, jumping, landing, twisting, evading your opponent, accelerating, decelerating. Your hips feel stiff and sore afterwards. They always are after tough games such as this one. On the way home in the car and getting out of bed the next morning is a struggle. Throughout the next day… Continue reading Nothing ‘Hip’ about FAI

Taper Time

This year I find myself one week before the Dublin marathon with a longer tapering period than usual. Inadequate recovery, poor sleep are both well established risk factors for injury and while I haven’t suffered a musculoskeletal injury (yet) my chest and throat and voice box have taken a hammering. I haven’t ran in 2 weeks… Continue reading Taper Time

Stand up to back pain

– “It hurtsh when I sh!t”. – “Sorry, it hurts when you..?” – “When I sh!t”, he quickly interrupted. “You shee? Like thish”, as Adriaan, an elderly dutchman took his seat in the clinic and continued to describe his low back pain. “It painsh in my shpine when I sh!t like thish”. I suddenly remembered a… Continue reading Stand up to back pain

Flossing, Exercise and Chocolate Cake

When I go to my dentist she tells me that I need to floss. I hate flossing. To be honest I don’t floss. Not unless I have an upcoming appointment. Then I do. Vigorously. Now she knows I haven’t been flossing. She’s not a mind reader but there are tell-tale signs. The angry indentations on… Continue reading Flossing, Exercise and Chocolate Cake

Making Time for Sleep and Recovery

It’s 5:25am and I’m already on my second coffee. The agonising wails of my teething 10 month old has the whole family up an hour already. Proper up. Not to mention attending to two ‘wee-wee’s’ during the night, only one of which was legit. The other was a false alarm or in other words a way of getting… Continue reading Making Time for Sleep and Recovery