I’m supposed to get an X-ray of my neck.
And I will. Soon.
About 8 weeks ago, I made a mistake and succumbed to a Saturday night challenge to arm-wrestle. No, I had not arm-wrestled in 20 years and if I wasn’t on my third glass of wine, I probably would have deferred.
But I didn’t, and I woke up the next day wondering why my arm was sore. Kept waiting for it to get better. After 3 weeks of waiting (and, in fact, feeling it get progressively more sore), I went to the doctor. As I explained myself, he kept shaking his head.
Arm-wrestling. He scribbled it down and shook his head.