...in my neck.
And it's making waking hours painful, and sleeping hours almost non-existent.
So...
When I called and found out I wasn't needed on the job today, I put on my walking shoes and walked the mean streets to my chiropractor's office.
I've been missing the mean streets, which I refused to walk during the heat of the summer, but they've been storing up treasures for me.
Since I started walking again they've yielded:
1. Two perfectly good writing instruments (it amazes me how many of these I find).
2. A $1.00 Wally World Car Wash token.
3. Forty-one cents (how people do throw their money around!).
4. Three flags and a problem (for that art project I mentioned eons ago).
5. Something troubling.
6. The key he lost and...
7. The key you lost.
Today's little trek on the mean streets yielded:
1. Thirteen cents.
2. Two exclamation marks and...
3. More supplies for the art project.
It also got me to the chiropractor, as I mentioned.
Crrrrrrraaaaaaaacccccccck.
"Ouch."
"You really are a mess today."
"Um. Yeah. I feel that."
Crrrrrraaaaaaaaccccccck.
"Ouch."
"You having headaches?"
"Um. No. Thank God."
Crrrrrraaaaaaaaccccccck.
"I'm surprised you aren't".
Crrrrrraaaaaaaaccccccck.
"Ouch."
"You're going to want to ice this. And, of course, good posture is always in style."
Crrrrrraaaaaaaaccccccck.
"Okay. I've been working on it."
"It's going to take a few visits to get all these parts moving again."
"Um. Okay."
"I'll see you tomorrow or, at the latest, Monday morning."
"Um. Okay. I'll see you tomorrow morning."
If I can move.