the monkey punched me in the face
Pop goes the neck. Ahh, say I. Much better, I can move now. I tell my boyfriend, I feel so much better. Why? He asks. I get so tight and all I have to do to relieve the tension is a slight lean and a turn. Stop! He says.
Dear me, why? It feels so good. Arthritis is in your future, he reveals. What!? Did you read my palm from here? I request, while covering my tea cup and its leaves. No, he reassures, my mother, who is a wonderful nurse, says chronic popping is bad for you. My hands flutter to my mouth with resounding NO! I love the weasel in my neck. We are friends, the neck weasel and I.
I flash back to a conversation I had with my mother on the deck, she came back from the doctor and shares with me she’s been diagnosed with a mild case of arthritis in her neck. I grew up being constantly annoyed with my mother’s never-ending hand-to-chin grab and a quick push in the car, during a movie, even dinner. She is a chronic neck popper. My eyes widen, I’ve turned into my mother! I can prevent this now.
Must. Stop. The. Weasel. Advice for a Popping Addict
gotta luv that entry :] i often pop our knuckle bones in different ways. i picked it off from my older brother, i got to say. then later, i realized that it isn’t good, especially arthritis. it all boils down to habit. whenver i’m bored, nervous, or antsy, i would pop my fingers. so i found a new habit (not so good habit, still), and it is to peel off my fingernails. it grows back on and i don’t get arthritis in near future.
thats how it works, replace a habit with another, just make sure it’s better. ripping off my fingernails has never been fun for me, to each their own, heh.
You’ve turned into your mother way before now.
I miss your massages!!
I popped my neck today at work and my co-worker gasped and said that was loud. Um ok? Pfft.
i really should go to massage school. but my wrists have been hurting- me thinks i have CT. lol, no more popping the weasel, steph!
Pop goes the weasel!