Six years ago, I swerved off the road in hopes of saving my iced coffee and ended up with two herniated discs in my neck. My boss told me that’s what I got for choosing Dunkin’ Donuts over Starbucks. Lesson learned, I guess?
My neurologist said the pain would be something I’d have to deal with on and off for the rest of my life. He did not lie. The constant flare ups are something I deal with on a regular basis, leading me to an early retirement — I had to forgo my cheering career due to the constant whiplash from all the hairography.
I took these photos Sunday morning while en route to coffee. You’d never know it, but I’m holding in vomit from the discs in my neck pushing on my gag reflux. Super glamorous, I know.
Time to get a second opinion. Bloggers; they’re just like us.
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