On Sunday evening the celebrated Wetherfield philosopher Sarah - Louise Platt opined - 'What doesn't kill yer makes yer stronger'.
As I was driving home last night I assessed these words of wisdom.
I'd always scoffed at colleagues who rang in to say they had sciatica or lumbago. 'Haar haar - obviously lying - get out of your pit and into work you skiving bastard'.
Then one day - I bent down quickly to the washing machine and ...eeeeaaaargh.
Excruciating is too small a word to describe the pain which flashed like lightning from my back right down my left leg. For the next 2 days I screamed every time I moved. Sciatica was diagnosed. My recovery was slow and agonising.
Did it make me stronger ?
2 good things came out of it.
1: Friend C said I needed an automatic as the clutch on my Punto was very stiff. She wanted to sell hers to become lady Penelope. Although I didn't think an automatic would suit a control freak like me, I bought the old S reg blue 'onda and I just absolutely love it.
2: The lovely NHS physio designed some special (easy) exercises just for me. The side effect - I now have the bestest stomach muscles ever in my life and I've thrown away those smocks and support pants.
So Sarah - Lou had a point.