The word of the day is hexenschuss. I do not know which friggin hex schussed me, but here we are. It so funny when you try to get out of bed and discover that you just lost that ability. And that you are lying face down, thinking “Oh. That really hurts.”
You then try to move your head slighly to the right and left, noticing that at a certain angle, the pain emerges. So basically you are stuck with walking around with your head up straight, like a stuck-up giraffe that just discovered that she is being served second grade grass.
There isn’t anything you can do but suffer. And hope that this babysitting will soon pass so you can go home and have a hot bath.