Feeling Bad About My Neck
With apologies to Nora Ephron, and thanks to my friend A for the joke. I think I’ve pulled a muscle in my neck. I’m not sure if it was carrying a tantrum-ing Drake to the car after preschool, or struggling to pick up and hold a crying, arching Guppy in the middle of the night, but my neck, back and shoulder have seen better days.
Yesterday I went to get a massage. That afternoon, he said he wanted to watch a video.
“I think it will help your back feel better, Mom,” he announced, cannily.
Drake later announced to G. Grod that we’d been to the gym because I had a “cricket” in my back.
Today, he kept asking me if he could look at something, but I couldn’t understand his word through his lisp.
“Quick?” I guessed. “Click?” So he pulled out the back of my blouse, looked down and seemed satisfied that he’d seen something that was the “crick” in my back.