My Life is on HOLD ...

I am hostage to my neck, to the sad, tragic alignment (or lack thereof) of my wrung-like-a-turkey-neck neck.

It's a confluence of genes, a sedentary job, a touch of scoliosis, and apparently bad luck, which gives me regular and notable neck issues. All I can say is a gifted chiropractor and massage therapist are MUSTS. Even knowing what will help me avoid these bouts of down-and-stiff-necked-out episodes, I still don't help myself. I don't take breaks, I don't do my yoga, I don't stretch.

This latest bout of agony has brought out my worst qualities: foul temper among them.