I think I'm a bit of a tightly wound person. I try to be all cool and stuff, but I'm not really cool. I'm worried about the rotation of the earth, revolutions in China, new leaves turning over, spinning wheels, stomachs doing somersaults, people flipping out.
This thing has happened before. I mysteriously develop a tight muscle in my neck that resists aspirin, dry heat, moist heat, smelly patches of menthol, stinky rubs of camphor, menthol, and peppery compounds. The time it was really serious was when I was in college. I drove home from school, an eleven hour trip, and was happy to go to sleep. When I woke up, I couldn't move my neck.
I walked downstairs to tell my mom that my neck hurt and I could't move it, but when I got there, I fainted because it hurt quite a bit. Yes, once again we note evidence for my nomination into the delicate flower society.
This is when it's handy to have a Dr.Dad. You can call him and he calls Dr.OrthopedicSurgeon who prescibes a muscle relaxant that makes you very sleepy. When you wake up you aren't cured, but your head moves again and you're very thankful. You sure are.
I'm thinking about calling Dr.Dad tomorrow if I'm not feeling fit as a fiddle. Whenever I get this neck thing, I'm pretty sure it's the tightly wound trait coming on a little strong. I become convinced that I'll paralyze myself if I move too much. I think Dr.Dad will get thrown in jail for asking for inappropriate medications. I don't want to go to sleep because I want to make sure it works. I feel like I need to hold my hand on it so that it everything stays in one place.
I'd lose my head if it weren't attached. Oh yes, I just might do that.
Posted by dotty at March 6, 2004 10:39 PM