Written for RDP, where bushboy asks us
ย to get creative with the word โsnarlโ.
Thanks, Brian! Hereโs my take.
Tag: Neck
Walk This Way

When I die, Iโm going to donate my body to science. Donโt mistake me, Iโm not being altruistic. Iโm being realistic. Maybe one of those brilliant doctors or scientists can finally figure out what the fuck was wrong with me; I sure as hell havenโt had any luck so far. This long sought-after info wonโt be worth a pile of beans to me cos Iโll be dead โฆ. just saying.
There are 168 hours in one week. Just for fun, letโs divide that in half to represent day and night โ awake hours vs asleep hours (not very accurate, I know, but you get the picture). Half of 168 is 84. Of those 84 hours, I experience a tingling sensation for about 70 hours per week, maybe more. And it’s not the good kind of tingling. You know what I mean, wink wink.
When the tingling first started, perhaps two years ago, it was fleeting โ much like the feeling you get when your foot is about to fall asleep. It was located in the left side of my lower back and traveled down the back of my left thigh to my knee. It was annoying but not horrible. Over time, the tingling spread down to my toes; now it has also begun to travel up into my back, shoulder and neck โฆ. all on the left side. And it is insatiable …. kinda like that feeling I get when I see Colin Farrell. There are few and far between times when Iโll notice the tingling is gone; itโs sheer bliss and feels absolutely magnificent to be at rest. Then it comes back just a couple of hours later. Itโs back right now but this time in both legs! Ain’t that a kick in the head!?
I really enjoy walking but havenโt been getting out as much as Iโd like. Walking saved me the last time I had a major flare up. Everything just sort of healed itself. I got my strength and stamina back and I was feeling the best I’d felt in quite a while. I need to get back into walking. I know it sounds like a lame excuse but I really don’t enjoy walking when it’s freezing outside and there are no malls nearby to walk in.
Today was like Spring so I went for a short walk; I took it easy and was out for only about 15 minutes. I do not subscribe to the ”no pain, no gain’‘ school of thought; 15 minutes today was quite enough, thank you. After walking, I relaxed in my recliner for a while with an ice pack, just to be on the safe side. I love my recliner. Itโs where I make pit stops during the day, when I need a break from housecleaning, cooking, babysitting. Iโll put my feet up and ice my back and neck and it helps.
Lately my head has developed a tendency to tilt to the left; it happens when Iโm watching TV or sleeping or checking out the new house being built across the way or sitting at my Mac, as I am right now. When I get really tired or Iโve pushed myself too far, my lower back will start screaming while my left side becomes an angry buzz of tingles. My head will tilt dramatically to the left and I imagine I must look like Marty Feldman, the actor who played Igor in Mel Brooksโ โYoung Frankensteinโ. (If youโve seen the movie, you’ll know thatโs Eyegor and Frรคnkenstฤฤn). I adore Mel Brooks, the last of the real comedic geniuses. At least I have managed to keep my sense of humor through all this physical bullshit.
Now Iโm noticing a lovely new development: it’s all but impossible for me to tilt my head to the right! Ain’t that a kick in the head!? Itโs either sitting perfectly straight on my shoulders (which is good!) or tilting to the left. Thereโs a tendon, I think, that is stretched to the max like a big fat fully extended rubber band and itโs tight as a drum. Iโm pretty damn sure thatโs whatโs keeping me from tilting my head to the right. I saw my orthopedist the other day; she felt around my shoulders and said โJeez, youโre really tight!โ Ya think!?!
Iโve had multiple trigger point injections, nerve blocks, epidurals and cortisone shots, all resulting in extremely short term relief. X-Rays, scans and MRIs show a lot of arthritis, spinal stenosis and some funkiness going on with my discs but nothing โremarkableโ. How can that be? Ain’t that a freakinโ kick in the head!? Hey! Maybe thatโll set everything straight โฆ. a good kick in the head!
So, hereโs the plan: next week Iโm going to have another bilateral shot in my lower back in the hope it will โalleviate my discomfortโ. If it doesnโt, Iโll have another series of MRIs to see if anything has changed over the 12 months since my last set of MRIs. It will be fantastic if the shot helps but Iโm not betting the house on it. One thing is certain: after this upcoming shot, Iโm done with injections. Iโve had it so wish me luck! Well, you might be interested in knowing that besides the arthritis/stenosis, there’s not another single thing wrong with me. I’m in perfect health, totally aware of what’s happening to this “vessel” in which I exist. Ain’t that a kick in the head!?
My mister is one of the funniest people I know and we make each other laugh. It’s not always easy keeping a good sense of humor but it helps me get through everything. And to be perfectly honest …. Iโm getting really tired of walking around like Igor!
From Mel Brooksโ โYoung Frankensteinโ, the first meeting of Igor and Dr. Frankenstein:
This is Dean Martin with “Ain’t That A Kick In The Head”
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