Damn, damn, damn. I have a kink in my neck.
Actually, it’s on my left side above my shoulder blade, halfway between the blade and spine. I woke up with it yesterday.
I have three hypotheses on how it developed:
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Standing and walking in high heels for more hours than usual this week
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I pulled something playing volleyball
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The tribal warriors that hang out inside the radiator in my bedroom during the middle of the night were not only playing the bongos, but placing a curse on me for running around too much. (Seriously annoying “clang, clang” for three hours on Thursday night.)
This is why I am perfectly content to be sitting in my PJs at 3:48 p.m. I feel like a female Hugh Heffner in a fuzzy pink housecoat. (Though I doubt Hugh would be reading Willa Cather’s My Antonia while sitting on the courch surrounded by purring kitties.)
Fortunately, there’s Advil. After four of those suckers and a hot tea, I was able to bake banana bread and mop the kitchen/bathroom floors.
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