This is going to be a whinge-fest, I’ll just state that right up front. I haven’t surfed in two weeks, not since I was out at Moonlight and I got a Vulcan neck pinch. I don’t know what happened, but all of sudden my neck was tweaked, and when I woke up the next morning it was like someone had plugged my neck and shoulder into a 220 volt power line.

I think everyone here at the office is completely tired of hearing about my neck, so I’m telling the entire world now. After a week of being in pain I went to the doctor, he just gave me some pain pills, which was nice. Then yesterday I got a massage. That was cool, too, although the lady went to town on me (not that way, unfortunately) and it left me even more sore, but I’m sure that’ll go away tomorrow. I’ve tried all sorts of stuff; stretching, icing it, heat, yoga, muscle relaxants, you name it.

Whatever, I’m just losing it being out of the water, especially as the best season of the surf year looms. Trestles is firing, soon the northwests will be hitting, and I’m laid up like a little bitch. I don’t even know what’s wrong with me. Whinge whinge whinge. I’m going surfing tomorrow though. I don’t care anymore. Surfing fixes things. Sometimes it breaks things, too. We’ll see which one it does to me this time.