Yesterday's session at the physiotherapist's was grueling.
Rob had consulted another (more experienced) physiotherapist about my shoulder and the fact that the clavicle was slightly "off kilter". His colleague thinks there might be something torn after all, some kind of ligament that normally keeps everything right in place. I asked him why it didn't show on the echo, and he replied that those kind of torn aren't visible on echos. Hm. He spoke about changing the diagnosis on the shoulder into "frozen shoulder". I've heard of it, but I had no clue what it was... I guess I am feeling it now.
Anyhoo, it gave Rob more leeway to stretch my shoulder to the possible max. And that he did. Let me tell you; I'd rather attack the punching bag without taped knuckles and gloves than endure several more of this. Unfortunately, "this" is going to be waiting for me on next Tuesday's session
I joked he must be glad I wasn't going to punch him to get back at him, to which he replied I was allowed to - as long as I used my left arm. Jerk 
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