My sore neck exploded into agony over the course of Wednesday, I ended up being first smothered in tiger balm by Rach, which left me still in pain but smelling much funkier, and then heading home early as it hurt too much to concentrate. And it steadily got worse. On the plus side, my new phone arrived and it is luvverly. Adam was meant to be getting back at about 6ish to see Ron, who was coming over to see us. Fortunately I was back by 5ish as Adam didn’t turn up and Ron would have been stranded outside. Well, he would have been if he’d have turned up either. *giggle* Gas man was late, so I was in for him. He reckons the boiler is fine and that what we smelt was exhaust fumes coming back through the window on account of the scaffolding outside. So I’ll probably have to pay for him too. Grr. Ron turned up at about 8ish, watched Bart Mangled Banner and was only vaguely impressed. Possibly because I was in pain. Early night. Slept none at all, really, as whenever I would doze off I’d wake up in pain as soon as I moved my head in my sleep. Gave up at about 5am and got up. Adam turned up having walked home and being knackered after having had his bag nicked. Phoned in sick. Phoned my doctor who reckoned it was something called “tortollis” (sp?) which is fairly common and apparently recurring. Joy. Took ibuprofen. Had no effect. It was my last one and I think it possibly did have an effect but that the pain was just getting worse. As it wore off the pain got so bad that instead of merely feeling sick with pain I started to feel faint. It was horrible. Never felt like that before TJ turned up to pick up his ring, having skated from Waterloo (and apparently bouncing off the side of a bus!) and took a liking to Ron. Bless. I was pacing about the flat by this point, almost in tears, not knowing what to do about the pain. If I lay down then it felt OK but keeping my head still made it worse when I eventually did move my head. Settled for wandering between rooms looking like a psycho - slowly moving my head around. Adam went off to grab his bag, which was apparently with his ex. All sounded dodgy to me. Went to bed. Got next to no sleep again. TJ and Ron were left in the living room. Got up early. Couldn’t sleep again. Was in slightly less pain though, which was good. Called in sick again, went back to bed and actually got a little sleep. Neck steadily improved throughout the day. Sent the boys all home as I was seeing James in the evening. Thankfully my neck wasn’t too distracting... Played “Party Monster” at him and hugged lots. Was nice. Chatted some too Got up Saturday morning and my neck was feeling better still - got on me bike and went and bought a new saddle and some shopping including brekkie for James and a whole duck for a fiver. Watched the season finale of Angel with James and pottered about. Ron came back from Owen’s and scared James. We went to Canary Wharf to play with phones, then I spent 59p in Waitrose, which had no cake forks so I sulked. James wandered off home and we went to tower and missed the sunset I wanted to photograph. Grr.