“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Tuesday, October 25, 2011


I've had it chronically since about 17. It flares up once or twice a year now. It was really intense at Oxford. I was stressed (directing a play) and woke up quite suddenly. My head spontaneously whipped around. The pain!

Luckily the lead guy was a doctor from the States with a drawer full of pills. He gave me a Valium: only time it's really been good for me. Total muscle relaxation.

But the sleep apnea really made it worse. If you don't sleep you never totally relax. So the whiplash, when it recurred, would last for weeks.

Until I lost all sensation in my arm a couple of years ago, I used to call it a sore neck. Erm, no. No wonder no one seemed to care!

Because I lacked the machine on Friday I now have the whiplash. But because I do have the machine now, it will evaporate in two days.

For now it's to the gym with me to use the arm bike.

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