I went to Chicago this weekend and it was awesome. I hadn’t been to Chicago since either ’92 or ’93, so clearly a lot had changed. I posted a few pictures to Flickr while we were there, but have hundreds to go through from my regular camera(s).
My neck? Horrible. Seriously.
I feel like it’s in a constant state of swelling. My hands are quick to get numb while I’m typing today. It hurts to hold the phone while making work-related calls. So, yeah. It’s going well. I have standing appointments with the chiropractor and my regular physician over the next couple of weeks.
This whole thing makes me extremely furious. It’s slowing me down to the pace of a snail. I can’t go to the gym. I can’t do anything that involves turning my head more than 45 degrees. I can’t do anything that I want without preparing imyself for a great deal of pain. And it’s not even my fault.
Like my chiropractor Dr. Matt (yes, seriously) says, I should feel lucky I walked away from any accident, and I am. Very much so. I just hate that someone felt it important to take his eyes off the road for 20 seconds and consequently slammed into the back of my car going at least 35 mph, which has turned me into a whiny crybaby who just wants to be able to take a shot of insert anything here without wincing in pain. Is that so much to ask?