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While I’ve previously said my motivation for exercise such as swimming or walking is simply to get fit, I do have another motive.

When I was 12 I was diagnosed with scoliosis. At that stage the only time I had heard of scoliosis was in the book Deenie, by Judy Blume, so you can imagine my fear about what was going to happen. But the only thing that happened was I saw a physio every six months, then an osteopath and finally a chiropractor for relief. But the truth was that none of these provided any real relief.

For some reason when I’m pregnant the specific pain I’m used to goes away (and is replaced by other pain which is equally annoying), but returns with avengeance once the child is born. As it has this time. For the last five months I’ve been suffering muscle pain as a result of my scoliosis, and it was becoming worse and more frequent. So last week I toddled off to the doctor to see if there was anything to be done.

It appears there isn’t .

The solution, long term no less, for my muscle pain is paracetamol. Three to four times a day. For, well, probably for the rest of my life. We did discuss other things I can do to help with the pain, and probably cut that back to twice a day, maybe once a day when Miss Moo gets old enough that I am not at her constant beck and call. Oh, and she gets a bit taller too (even though she’s nearly half my height ). But for now, there’s not a lot more I can do beyond taking paracetamol, continuing my exercise plan (which we discussed at length) and perhaps investing in some core strength training (either with a trainer, physio or on my own).

Of course all I wanted was for him to fix it, and the pain to go away. But it seems I’m going to be stuck with it, and trying to remember to take tablets multiple times a day for quite a while yet. Did I mention I’m useless at remembering to take tablets? Maybe I should get my kids to remind me….