Monday, February 11, 2013

Art is suffering?

So apparently art is suffering.  I started working on an art project not on the weekend that just finished but last weekend and I'm still borderline cripple from the experience   It started off innocently enough with an approximately 25lb block of wood and a dremel that progressed into neck muscles spasmed so badly that I missed a week of work trying to recover.

If that sounds pathetic, it totally is.  Ice, heat packs, Vitamin I (Ibuprofen), methocarbamol, and now flexeril. I've seen two massage therapists (at this point even my wife is giving me shit about happy endings, so feel free to pile on), and I'm looking for a chiropractor.  My stuff is messed up, Flexeril is potent enough my parents cannot get out of bed the next day when they have a 1/4 pill and I had a full pill. I still woke up at 4 am sore and tried to ice my neck again.  In my defense I handle my narcotics damn well, but still I was nervous.

In any event here's a picture of the damn thing that is killing me.


  1. I spent most of the weekend on a mixer of loritab and muscle relaxer because I went to bed Friday with stiff neck and woke up Saturday unable to turn my head in either direction. I would put as much heat as I could stand on it then have Hubs come squeeze, press and work the knots from shoulder blades and up through my neck until I whimpered. Back pain is a BITCH.

    Feel better soon!

  2. Yikes that sounds rough. But at least you have a... nice looking.. piece of wood to show for it..

    1. The file name said it all. Yeah it's a skull.jpg