Oh I hate myself.
Pinched a nerve in my neck. How, you ask? Did Tazer fall off of Treadmill Dahmer? Did she get in a wrestling match with a bear and win, but suffer this minor injury?
Oh hell no. I was getting in my car, in the parking lot of Wal Mart Wednesday night. Fucking amazing. I got home, it was OK… and then sleeping felt like I was trying to bench press 200# with my head every time I wanted to move my position.
Got to work Thursday morning, I was OK… for like an hour, and then looking, thinking, typing… anything that involved moving my head more than half an inch. At one point, I just burst into tears when someone asked me if I was OK… and I got sent home.
Driving on the highway for 45 minutes without being able to move my head was loads of giggles. The method of “blinker and pray” was employed when getting on the freeway. Say no to changing lanes, kids!
I got home, heated up my rice sock to loosen all the knots, and promptly fell asleep on it, burning my neck.
Oh what a fucked up day. So yeah, FUCK YOU, THURSDAY.
Happy Friday kids!