Woke up this morning with a crick in my neck. I guess I just slept on it wrong. I had job interview today (yay), but I'm fairly certain I didn't get the position (boo). I was the fourteenth candidate that they had interviewed! I digress. On the two hour drive to my interview I could feel the tightness escalating in the right side of my neck and shoulder. I tried massaging it and stretching it to no avail, so by the time I was on the drive back my neck felt like it was in full 'riggor.' Don't you just hate that? Makes the simplest things difficult. Just checking my blind spot to change lanes turns into a whole body experience. Because instead of just being able to turn my head and the neck, I now have to turn at the torso. I have to say I'm sure it adds a creepy vibe for that person driving in the lane next to me . . . And just FYI pulling a U-turn apparently takes a great deal of neck maneuverability - trust me, I know. Of course, I didn't realize this til I was already committed to the turn and ouch. I made the most awkward and jerky U-turn in history today in the middle of Wade Hampton Avenue. Kinda glad I don't live there.
When I got home after my hard day of not bringing in a paycheck, I asked Jamie to return to the market for a bottle of red wine (is he a catch or what?). Here I am sitting on the couch Indian style in mismatched pajamas, blogging with a heating pad wrapped around my neck, drinking my coveted red wine. (I know I paint a sexy picture, what can I say?) And I'm not gonna lie, it hurts my neck/shoulder to even bring the glass up to drink. (insert pitiful whimper here) Sooo, I'm thinking of how practical it would be to get a straw . . . or a sippy cup perhaps . . . no, I think a straw would work better. Yeah, cuz we like to keep it classy here. I would NEVER suggest this otherwise, but desperate times call for desperate measures . . .