Well it's official, my neck is completely buggered.
And as I pondered how it became so, I realised that my last two 'serious' injuries have been caused by...
A) skimming stones on the beach
B) watching TV
I fear I am becoming less South African and more... wussy.
The skimming stones thing came first - a few years ago and I could be healed now for all I know because I've done so little sport / physical activity that I haven't actually tested my shoulder to see if it still pulls when I throw, play tennis, etc.
But how embarrassing is that - it was caused by skimming stones!?! - Just goes to show - I am now in that stage of my life where I need to warm up before I do such activities.
Meanwhile this most recent neck injury came while I stayed up to watch the US presidential election results. I was kinda lying on my side, propping my head up with my hand/ shoulder for two hours and the next morning I wasan't able to stand up straight.
It was so bad that I took a day off work and actually went to see a chiropractor while I was in Wales. He was the boyfriend of Cath's friend so he gave me a freebie. But I think maybe he didn't like me. Similarly, I always used to think Grant, my friend / physio back home used to like me but he made it quite clear that he doesn't when I sprained my ankle and had to go to him for treatment. No, Grant doesn't like me. Why would he do those horrible things to me otherwise? Well Steve certainly didn't like me either.
He cricked my neck something awful. First he did my back, which was great, but then he put his hands on my head and said something but I couldn't hear. Next moment my neck was shanked, right, to the direction of the pain - which hurt like crap. But it caught me so off-guard that I burst out into uncontrollable laughter and giggles and couldn't stop even though he wanted to crick me the other way too (which was away from the pain and didn't hurt).
One and a half months later, my neck still hurts when I bend it too much (Cue Cath's dad - "Then don't bend it too much!").
Sigh, getting old.
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