I am over 24 hours into the worst crick of my life. I was afflicted with it during yesterday’s morning run. I was very patient yesterday but waking up with the same restrictions is really annoying me. I feel like a thunderbird puppet who got his head string tangled up in the looking down position.
It inhibits me from doing all sorts of pleasurable things:
Writing blogs/watching Match of the Day/cuddling my wife/driving/10-pin bowling/watching fireworks/eating/kissing Anya while she’s asleep/partaking in conversations/sleeping
Hope it goes soon 😦