Uh, Happy Valentines Day. Yeah, right. We single people love Valentines Day. Sob. It's a day for home cooking. Certainly not a day for getting take out and being pitied.

In truth, I can't say that I'm terribly bothered by Valentines Day. It's nice when you have somebody to celebrate it with, but I can cope equally with being alone. Was it only a year ago that I was going out with Jed? Wow, we had Valentines Day dinner at a posh restaurant on Fishermans Wharf, feeling rather cheesy in such a location.

Speaking of the heart, have you ever seen yours? I mean your own physical heart? I saw mine the other day. It wasn't quite as gruesome as it sounds - it was via the miracle of ultrasound. My doctor suggested I have my heart checked out because, apparently, he could hear some kind of tick through the stethoscope. Well, that tick must have been my internal clock because it turned out my heart is fine. Some leakage (which sounds quite awful) but apparently that's normal. When I was lying there watching my own heart valves working, the image on the scope reminded me of all those movies where a pregnant woman sees the child in her womb for the first time. I even asked the technician "Is it a girl or a boy?"

It seems I'm always talking about health matters, recently. The health scare of the week. Last week, my heart, this week my foot. Really. I've had this pain in the soul of my feet. Didn't think too much about it, but I did ask my chirorpractor about it when I was there to see her for my bi-daily treatment, and she took a look. Apparently I have fascitis. It's a fairly common condition amongst athletes (which makes me feel better) But, yet again, I have to get the old ice pack out.

In the last couple of months, I've been hard pressed, at times, to know which to ice first; my back, my foot or my shoulder. Yes, I have a shoulder problem too. Apparently, an impingement. All these niggling little injuries is making it very hard for my trainer Cecilia to find gym exercises that I can still do! But we struggle on.