Immobile.

I can't move.

Sunday morning I woke up with a stiff neck; limiting, sure, but nothing that couldn't be overcome with some down time and stretching....right?

So I took it easy Sunday, worked Monday and Tuesday, and Bryan worked on my neck Tuesday evening. Still stiff when I woke up Wednesday, but it loosened throughout the day, so I figured it was time for some tennis ball action. Laying on my bed at 2:00 am I used them to hit pressure points on my cervical spine to give me some relief from the tooth-ache like feeling frozen between my bones.

Until something went horribly, horribly wrong.

It's literally like having hot knives twisting in your nerves. I don't know what I did, but all the sudden I couldn't move without searing pain shooting throughout my neck. I tried to roll to the side, fail. Tried to pull myself up, fail. For the next hour I tried to breath through the pain as waves of spasms built up speed and crashed through my body.

Desperation kicks in. I remembered having half a vicodin somewhere.....somewhere....

So I rolled through white pain and slowly shuffled around my room looking for some relief other than pot. Thank god I at least had that though, because I couldn't find anything else. No ibuprofin, nothing. Then I remembered giving it to Jim six months ago when I left him in Portland.

With sorrowful acceptance, I laid back down.....and got stuck.

So much for self help and care, at least I could self medicate. I couldn't sleep, and when five am hit I finally drifted, waking every two hours to that same suck the breath out of you agony.

It's fucking agony.

So here I am, laying on my bed trying to get some work done at least.

Please dear god make this stop.