Aug 25
I was sitting in my chair at work a few minutes ago and felt the sudden need to stretch. I really needed a full body stretch, not just the standard 'oh, my wrist is a little sore' stretch. I stood up and pushed both my hands towards the ceiling and lifted onto my tippy-toes and rolled my head backwards to stretch out my neck. Much like the Joker's cocktail of beauty products in the first Batman movie, while each stretch is harmless on its own, when simultaneously performed they apparantly constitute a deadly positioning of the human body. My vision blacked out for a moment and a terrible pain shot through my upper neck. The agony followed my spinal cord up into the back of my skull and then reached around and attacked the front of my brain. Total anguish ensued for the next 15 seconds. I collapsed in my chair and layed my head down on the desk, but that didnt help much at all. For several seconds I really wanted nothing more than to pass out.
Contrary to expectation, I did not in fact die of a massive stroke at the tender age of 21. The pain suddenly went away and I was left as just 'that kid in the office who is laying down on his desk'. The end of my saga was a bit of a letdown, I didn't even throw up or bleed or anything. Ah well…
Also, there is a bee outside my window right now. He is trying to get inside but instead keeps bumping against the glass. Dumbass.
Nobody Cares Yet.