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Snap, Crackle and Pop

If you asked me, I would have to say that I don't know how I did it. Have no inkling as to how it happened.

I was just sitting there working. The stress was getting to me, I got up, walked to the piano. My part-time maid saw that I left the table, quickly took a wet cloth to come wipe the table (otherwise, I would be here all the time and she gets no chance to clean this table).

Sat down gingerly at the piano and attempted to play something nice, to soothe the nerves. Played a little, not working, stretched again and then it happened. A loud snap as I was rolling my head around. Just like that.

I did not know it was sprained until about an hour later when my neck became stiffer and stiffer and it hurt to move my left hand too much. The back portion of my shoulder blade area (left side) was busted, swollen. It hurt to even dry my hair with a towel after a shower. Hurt to a point of me finding myself shaking and shivering.

I couldn't lie face-down on the sofa and bring my head up without the help of my right hand.

I. SIMPLY. DO. NOT. KNOW. HOW. IT.HAPPENED. A head roll?!!? I do it everyday!! I do it before yoga, I do it before I sleep, I do it halfway through work, I do it when I cook, bloody hell, I do it in the toilet. And here I am. Sprained neck and shoulder. Amazing, I tell you. Simply amazing.

No yoga for me for the next couple of days. It's recovering. I know because I can look 45 degrees to my left now. So, if you see me and want to greet me, please walk into my line of sight.

Don't make me spin around to look you in the eye because it is tiring.

And also don't make me give you the evil eye because I have to look at you from the corner of my eye. It's not the evil eye, I swear. My kids said that I look funny when I do that.

No, not the ha-ha kinda funny. It's the oh-my-god-you-look-retarded kinda funny.

Will I eventually become terrified of the head roll? Time will tell, eh? :-)
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