We each have peculiarities; I just seem to have more than the average person! One of my odd traits that has bedeviled me for most of my life is the manner in which I injure myself. It almost never happens when I'm doing something athletic, heroic or work-related. No, it usually happens when I'm doing something basic and routine.
Late last night, I wrenched my neck. I was sitting here at my computer watching a documentary. Without warning -- there usually IS a warning -- I launched into a series of violent sneezes. Typically, when a sneeze is coming on, the little warning signs allow me to set myself for the violent onslaught. I don't sneeze often, but when I do, they always come in bunches.
Within a few seconds, I realized I had twisted me neck in a way that's not so good. My hope was that this merely a spasm and, when I awoke this morning, everything would be a-ok.
When I woke up this morning, I thought it must have been nothing more than a weird dream. My neck felt fine...until I moved it and I then realized it wasn't a dream. So, I'm going to take it easy today and try to move my neck as little as possible.
This event reminds me of my odd injury back when I was preparing to enter grad school. We were moving from Hot Springs, Arkansas to Pittsburg, Kansas. I spent a whole day loading our stuff in the U-Haul and encountered no problems. The next day my dog and me (Della stayed behind due to a fractured leg) headed out for the 8 hour journey to the northwest.
After two hours of driving up winding Highway 7, I decided to stop in Dardanelle to let doggie stretch her legs and, hopefully, relieve herself. It was a stifling hot August day and so, after gallivanting around a vacant field for several minutes, my dog was panting heavily.
I grabbed her water dish and a jug of liquid refreshment from the back of the truck. I set the dish on the ground, poured in the water and then...tried to straighten up. I couldn't. My back had locked up. I tried to roll my hips to loosen the muscles, but it was a no-go. I ended up crawling back to the truck and it took me something like 15 minutes to get myself back in the driver's seat.
I ended up driving the 2 hours back home in excruciating pain. I was bedridden for several days and it was one and one-half weeks before I was able to make the trip up north.
This is how it usually goes for me. I'm engaging in rather normal activities and then...
Late last night, I wrenched my neck. I was sitting here at my computer watching a documentary. Without warning -- there usually IS a warning -- I launched into a series of violent sneezes. Typically, when a sneeze is coming on, the little warning signs allow me to set myself for the violent onslaught. I don't sneeze often, but when I do, they always come in bunches.
Within a few seconds, I realized I had twisted me neck in a way that's not so good. My hope was that this merely a spasm and, when I awoke this morning, everything would be a-ok.
When I woke up this morning, I thought it must have been nothing more than a weird dream. My neck felt fine...until I moved it and I then realized it wasn't a dream. So, I'm going to take it easy today and try to move my neck as little as possible.
This event reminds me of my odd injury back when I was preparing to enter grad school. We were moving from Hot Springs, Arkansas to Pittsburg, Kansas. I spent a whole day loading our stuff in the U-Haul and encountered no problems. The next day my dog and me (Della stayed behind due to a fractured leg) headed out for the 8 hour journey to the northwest.
After two hours of driving up winding Highway 7, I decided to stop in Dardanelle to let doggie stretch her legs and, hopefully, relieve herself. It was a stifling hot August day and so, after gallivanting around a vacant field for several minutes, my dog was panting heavily.
I grabbed her water dish and a jug of liquid refreshment from the back of the truck. I set the dish on the ground, poured in the water and then...tried to straighten up. I couldn't. My back had locked up. I tried to roll my hips to loosen the muscles, but it was a no-go. I ended up crawling back to the truck and it took me something like 15 minutes to get myself back in the driver's seat.
I ended up driving the 2 hours back home in excruciating pain. I was bedridden for several days and it was one and one-half weeks before I was able to make the trip up north.
This is how it usually goes for me. I'm engaging in rather normal activities and then...
Sorry to hear about your neck. I've had that happen to me before.
ReplyDeleteFunny, though, I have a friend who used to live in Pittsburg KS. Small world.