Much like Henry Hill in Goodfellas, a nerve in my spine has gotten pinched. For anyone who has never had a pinched nerve – please commence to knocking on wood as you read this. For those that have, you surely understand the agony associated with this satanic affliction.
It causes me to wake up throughout the night unable to breathe, as my muscles are all constricted around my spine which causes my entire chest to tighten up. If I do manage to sleep through the night, the next day my leg is in pain – as the nerve runs from my spine to my toes. This causes me to walk with a limp, and makes sitting down for any period of time extremely uncomfortable. Though I have gone to the chiropractor 12 times in the past two weeks, I am not seeing any improvement. The next step is having an MRI done to see if I have more serious damage to my nervous system.
Obviously, this has delayed my progress in writing – however today I plan on staying covered in ice and popping Motrin in an effort to make it possible for me to sit at the computer and accomplish something.
Damn you Henry Hill.
