It's now 5.58 in the morning, and I sit here catching up on posts with a heating pad on my shoulder and painkillers twirling through my veins. Now, if only they'd work.
Wisteria, I hear you asking, why on Earth are you up and with these accoutrement?
Neck spasms, I reply, sighing and wincing.
Lack of sleep, stress at work, and well, my neck being my neck, have all culminated in lovely hot-ice lances of pain through my shoulder, back and neck.
I think I'll be calling in to work later...