Whiplash Collars, The Newest Accessory

So you know how some mornings you wake up with a sore neck and then proceed to ignore it for the next 4 days while it continues to get progressively worse? And then on the fifth day you can't actually get out of bed because it hurts so much you think you might be sick all over your incapacitated self? Then your husband threatens to call the ambulance and all you can think about is the fact that you really need to change your underpants and brush your teeth before you see absolutely anyone that morning?

Well, that is how I ended up at a lovely wedding in Half Moon Bay in a stylish black whiplash collar. I did eventually manage to get out of bed with a little help from The Hub and popped in for a quick visit to the doc. We left there with a handful of high street value drugs and an admonishment to call on Monday if it got any worse. Worse? Ha ha, funny doctor!

So it has actually calmed down to a dull roar since then, but then today The Hub's office mate insisted on talking to me about her two year battle with the pain of a ruptured neck disk and scared the pants offa me! These Mariposa docs are gonna think I'm some kinda hurtin' bird if I go in there again, first my butt and now my neck. I used to be healthy and active. Woe is me. At least I am semi-settled into my NEW DOUBLE WIDE MANUFACTURED HOME! And I can sit on the back porch in a wheelchair and stare into the lovely view...