Categories: everyday-disasters
Tags: osteopath, Austria, pain.
Date: 16 November 2010 17:32:21
Went to the osteopath last week. It turned out not to be my usual osteopath but a stand-in (it also turned out that I had arrived half an hour early, and while I was sitting in the waiting room, a man turned up who was three quarters of an hour late). Anyway, while chatting to the osteo, I discovered that although she spoke impeccable English, she was in fact an Austrian (does that make her an austriopath?). So we had a fun conversation about differences between German German and Austrian German, and whether I can understand broad Viennese (I can't). This somewhat, but not entirely, compensated for my discovery that no, my usual osteopath is not the most ferocious massager in the world. This one made me cry out in pain. I guess she's just one of those strong Austrian girls...