So, wondering around the new IKEA the other night, I discovered a definate point of difference between me and the rest of the planet. Having spent my life paying my mortgage by treating disc injuries, I now find I won't lift, shan't lift...anything heavier than an empty carrier bag! Don't call me if you need help moving house! I first noticed it when I accosted a poor school leaver in a yellow ikea t-shirt to lift the box containing my new bookcase onto my trolley. I suggested he bring a colleague to help him lift it, and after lifting it with two index fingers he looked at me oddly "will that be all madam?". I next noticed it in the car park as I skooted around the periphery, increasing my journey by about 24 miles in order to stay on flat ground and avoid pushing a heavy trolley up a hill on an incline. There then followed a series of looks similar to the yellow ikea t-shirt guy as I recruited further people to lift it through various stages of the journey to my apartment. Even Cyril (fellow osteopath), who had the privalidge of carrying it on the final leg from the car into the lift and into the lounge, raised his eyebrows. It dawned on me that I might be slightly paranoid about lifting, - a bit like dentists and their teeth I guess. But hey...anything is better than back pain!