Last night, well. It's tempting to put a brave face (spine) on it, but truth be told, I was awake all night crying like a girl at the pain.

Saw a physiotherapist today, who did some ultrasounding and other stuff once we finally pinpointed just where the pain was. (I'm never good at that. The slightest agony blinds every single one of my senses - not to mention obliterating my autism shields, meaning I jump and yelp at things far more frequently than anyone usually gets to experience - so that if I can specify upper or lower back, I'm doing surprisingly well.)

The pain's gone now - though true to experience so far, having wrecked my night it'd actually mostly disappeared before I arrived at the clinic. I have anti-inflammatories, a few gentle exercises and general guidance to follow, all of which seemed eminently sensible, and a follow-up appointment on Friday morning 09:30.

'm scared.