By Peter Rosengard, March 18, 2010
Last Tuesday morning, I felt an ache in my lower back. As I've never had back pain in my life, naturally I feared the worst.
"Could it be cancer of the bottom?" I asked my doctor on the phone.
"Have you done anything unusually strenuous?" he asked.
"Yes, come to think of it doctor, I did do something strenuous. I got out of bed today and brushed my teeth. Are you kidding?"
He booked me an urgent appointment with a Harley Street physio.
An hour later, Georgina, a brisk middle-aged woman, greeted me at her consulting-room door.