Okay, so I’m going to rant. I have a pain in my neck, literally. All figurative pain is way lower than that for me. Anyway, I’ve been taking Advil, rubbing my neck and shoulder with China gel, applying heat, stretching. It hurts, a lot. I can’t sleep through the night. It needs to be addressed, and that’s so annoying to me. I don’t want to take the lousy thirty minutes to go to the chiropractor and have it taken care of. I have many other things I’d rather be doing. Let’s call a spade a spade and deal with the core issue – this is part of the increasing maintenance of getting older. At a time where I mentally feel stronger and more confident in my abilities, my body is pissing me off. I can ignore it for a bit, until I move the wrong way or reach for something. The reality is it’s limiting my abilities, including writing. Won’t it go away on its own? I know, I know, make the appointment and stop whining.