Because I woke up at 5:30 a.m. Thursday morning with a pinched nerve in a shoulder screaming with pain.
Because after an hour of shooting electricity through the muscle, my only thought was still “Kill. Me. Now.”
Because even though the chiropractor tried all his bone-cracking juju on me, including one move that brought him close enough to me that, were we in a movie, we might’ve kissed, I left still in pain with a plan to come back tomorrow.
Because after almost 2 hours of brutally therapeutic massage, I can still only turn my neck in one direction.
Because, due to the above, spending quality time with my laptop typing up a real post like I intended to today seems like a bad idea.
Believe me…no one’s sorrier than I.