I start the story of my life today on the couch in my two bedroom apartment. I pinched a nerve in my neck. Okay, I honestly don't now what I've done, but if I were to be pinched nerve I would feel like this. This originally happened several months ago when I was getting pretty for the day. I was in excrutiating pain for four days and then began to regain portions of my life back and had practically forgotten about the whole traumatic affair until Saturday. Courtney and I were playing tennis and my neck began to hurt again. It came on much slower than the first time, and I'm grateful I was able to start the icing process earlier thus causing this occurence to be far less painful than the first one.
Well the second episode further persuaded me to find a chiropractor here in my new home. (Yes, no longer new since I've been here a year, but I had other things higher on my priority list) I went this morning. She did not fix me; although I do admit that I'm more loose and my neck doesn't hurt as bad. However, she gave me this great ice pack that I can wrap around my neck to really show off all of my chins.
The bad news was she didn't know why my neck hurt. I have to go get xrays on Thursday, yuck! I just wanted her to do a quick little pop/crack and send me on my way. I don't want something to actually be wrong with me. I'm sure this is caused by my own lazy posture, but I'm much too young to be breaking already.
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