Cut to 5 1/2 hours later. I could barely lift my head to
It occurred to me though. I'm a wimp. When it comes to injuries, most of which are so non-serious, I take myself out of commission out of fear I could make it worse. It all started, I think, when I got stung by a wasp - 3 times! - on my shoulder when I was like 8 years old. I left the neighborhood kids I was playing with and went screaming bloody murder into the safety of my house. My mom put this gooey stuff on the sting to make it stop hurting, after pulling my shirt down off my shoulder. When my neighborhood crush Kevin showed up at my front door to check on me unexpectedly, I opened the door and was immediately on fire with humiliation. He had seen my SHOULDER! And part of my CHEST! I didn't leave the house for days because I couldn't face seeing Kevin. I was a huge baby about it. /facepalm
In high school, I played Varsity soccer and managed to sustain two debilitating injuries that cut into my
The second was when I pulled a muscle. Not like a quad, or a calf muscles...nope, I managed to pull my GROIN. For almost half the season, I stood on the sidelines before the game, and I had to lunge forward while the trainer wrapped my groin, getting all close to my bidness while everyone watched. Coooool.
Two years ago, while dancing around in my kitchen, excited to be eating macaroni and cheese, I dropped a plate on my pinky toe, effectively breaking it. I could only wear flip flops for weeks. Before that, I had a cyst on my tailbone that was removed and I had to sit on a donut for a couple days. And before THAT, I got a huge paper cut on one of the crease-y parts of my right middle finger, so I kept it wrapped up in gauze and surgical tape for like 2 weeks. Normal.
The point is, all my "injuries" are wussy injuries, and all of them require a humiliating and/or overzealous solution. So, this whole "pull a neck muscle while snoozing, rendering me completely useless for at least a couple days" is par for the course. I'm bummed about missing kickboxing, though. I wish I wasn't such a klutz while laying in bed. Even more, I wish I wasn't such a wimp about these ridic little injuries. Oh well. I've got an aromatherapy heating pad around my neck, and I'm pretty sure it's not helping, but at least I'm quite relaxed.
P.S. If you like this song, def check out the band, Capybara. They are an awesome band, just played SXSW, and best of all? Geo's friend Joel is in it. Name drop!