Ah... Sweet Relief!

After almost two weeks of increasingly unbearable pain in my neck and head, Wifey had had enough. I got to a point where I couldn't move my head to either side, and Tracy made the call to put me out of my misery. "Off to the back-cracker", she cried, and off to the back-cracker I went.

The chiropractor spent a lot of time adjusting my neck, and asked me, "how did you whiplash your neck so?" Whiplash? "No motor vehicle accidents, Doc," I replied. "And I didn't slip on any ice or snow".

He said my neck was sufficiently screwed up to warrant some major rehab, so I've been icing it, heating it, and Tracy has been feeding me Screwdrivers for the pain. The neck bones are adjusted, but the neck muscles are so inflamed, I still have near-constant screaming pain.