Somewhere on the train journey from London to Cambridge I managed to throw out my neck.
It has been suggested that the pain is psychosomatic and derived from my hatred of this city, but I’m not buying that nonsense.
Unfortunately for me, pain is a purely physiological experience. If it hurts, something is broken.
Hot baths, ice packs, stretching, and tentative prodding have not helped at all so I will almost certainly need to visit some kind of professional to get it fixed.
I loathe, detest, and abhor strangers touching me. Especially my face or neck.
Though the prospect of a medical procedure is certainly better than sitting around contemplating the memories the pain brings up.
Like spending the majority of the fifth and sixth grades in a neck brace and arm sling.
Yes, like Joan Cusack aka Geek Girl # 1 in Sixteen Candles….. my early adolescence was no fun at all.