Crick: Blessing or Curse? 4/5/09

26 years old is still young, I think, but I am beginning to feel the effects of age. Maybe I was too hard on my body in my tomboy years. Agh, it was worth it though. Perhaps it doesn’t have much to do with age at all. I woke up this morning with a crick in my neck. Stephanie has been telling me not to pop my neck, but I would like to think that my crick is in no way correlated to my daily popping habits. I followed the textbook solution of heat and then ice and so on and so forth. Tylenol. Muscle relaxor from friend. The hot shower helped the most I guess. Damn sleeping patterns. I blame it on the pillow. One positive aspect of the whole thing is that I am just about guaranteed an Elijah massage tonight and those are always enjoyable.
Did I mention my filling fell out of my cavity today? But I was so relaxed from the muscle relaxor that I didn’t mind. Feels weird having that hole in your mouth. Perhaps if I work it right I will be able to miss a day of work. Ah, I can’t be that lucky.
Elijah came by after work and massaged the crick in my neck for a long time. It made me cry. So sweet and selfless. I love him quite a lot.

-Shay