Soooo... I've hurt my neck. And the worst part is that I hurt it IN THE BATH. Generally only seniors hurt themselves in the bath. And when they hurt themselves it's often because of a fall. I hurt myself because I was in there TOO LONG. In the evening I like to take a break from mothering by hiding in the bath. If it has been one of those days in which I've had to demonstrate more than my normal exemplary level of patience, I try to shirk responsibility for as long as humanly possible. Because we are renters in our home, our tub is the cheapest and most uncomfortable one imaginable, jamming my neck vertebrae and causing weeks of pain. And whining, obviously.
Due to my dogged pursuit of relaxation, this is in fact the second time this has happened this month. That's pathetic. The pain would almost be easier to bear if it had a good story to go with it. For example, I blew my knee out playing rugby. But I hurt my neck laying immobile in a foot of water. Unless you ask my parents, at least the rugby was worthwhile. Sort of.
The physio says that these things likely happen because I still have pregnancy hormones coursing through my body, making everything loosey goosey. PREGNANCY hormones. From ANN. Ann is TWO and a HALF. So- to summarize- when Ann was born I got a lifetime of joy, breasts that sit a couple of inches lower than I'd prefer, and an inability to bathe, never mind run or play sports.
I suppose that seems fair.
*UPDATED* My father has pointed out that he is a senior and has never hurt himself in the bath. I think he's offended that I put him and his peers (other seniors) into the 'old and doddery' category. Apparently you're not in that category until you're 75. So, I take it back. I apologize if I offended your parents too.
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