I woke up with a crick in my neck. Clearly I'm getting old. My body is revolting against me. I've learned over the last year that stretching in bed in the morning is bad. It almost always results in a stabbing pain in my neck for an entire day or two.
Yesterday morning, one such pain started and I ended up going back to sleep to try to "reset" my neck. I thought it worked. I woke up later with no pain and went about my day which involved studying and researching/applying for government jobs. Now, the government job application process is extremely tedious but after about my fifth online application I was suddenly close to tears. My back hurt so bad. I popped some ibuprofen and got back to the tasks at hand but the pain lingered.
WTF.
Close to tears? Considering going to bed at 7pm? These things are not me. I've watched my dad suffer from back pain for years. Crying about a little pain I'm having seems inconceivable. And going to bed early is really just so out of character for me that it is laughable.
But nevertheless, there I was. In pain. And feeling older than ever. I'm not even 29 yet (one week from today!) but there it was. Stress, a bad pillow and poor posture.
I already carry around ibuprofen, allergy medicine and a first aid kit in my backpack. What else can I do?
Dont' tell me to work out. I won't do it! No no no.
#np - Rehab by Amy Winehouse
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