I just went to the store, where I bought: tuna for the cat, wine, and pain meds. Yes, my neck is still tweaked. Do you think the checkout kid thought I was gearing up for a hopelessly Liza evening (a vendor of mine uses that phrase to describe his habit of mixing alcohol with sleeping pills for maximum sleep punch[???!!!])?
I also got these menthol cooling patches that, frankly, just slap a noxious scent on the works. God, I feel old.
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My neck has been seizing up on me about once every six weeks. I usually end up only being able to look down. It makes shaving a bit difficult. Glad you're feeling better!
Thanks, man!
That sounds horrific and waaay too frequent. Yoga, plus not sleeping at odd angles (firm pillows suck), that's the key, I'm convinced. (And here's where I gripe about my sciatica, and my knees, and my gall bladder...)
Also, tomorrow: Heroes!
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