You never notice how much you appreciate things until they're out of your reach. The little things that you take for granted, and the bigger things that you still sorta take for granted. I know this applies to all people, but sometimes I feel like I take more things for granted than anyone else. And they usually end up getting taken away, sometimes temporarily, sometimes permanently... but I always come away with a beautiful newfound appreciation.

Enough about that though.

It's the freakiest thing to not be able to move your neck. Okay, so maybe having your parents make out in the backseat of your car is freaky too, but the whole neck thing is up there too.

I woke up on a day. It was about mid-August, but it didn't seem to qualify as a summer or even almost-autumn day. It wasn't particularly beautiful, nor dreary. It was just a day. Nothing special.

I lazed around in bed until about nine (did I mention it was the weekend? A Sunday, I believe) doing nothing but reading the books I'd bought the day before and reveling in my laziness. At nine, though, my phone rang and my niece (age 3 and a quarter) proudly told me that she had a Big Wheel and she could right it 'all by meself.' Right.

I figured if my niece was awake long enough (and her parents awake long enough to let her) call me, then it was probably time for me to get up.

My breakfast consisted of a bowl of Life (yeah, yeah, so it had that little Rugrats kid on the front, but I can eat little kids cereal if I want. After all, I'm a grown-up now.) and an overripe banana. And some chocolate- chip cookies. Yup. I love being a grown-up.

Anyway, I finished breakfast and put on some music. Just to wake me up, I decided to practice my dance routine since I had class the next night (Monday). Really bad idea. I mean, bad idea in the worst context.

I did all five 8-counts (that's a total of 60-counts, by the way. And yes, I did that without a calculator... well I counted on my fingers, but that's still not a calculator, right?). Just before the last soda bop (or something French), my neck started hurting. Bad. Like someone was stabbing it with a fatty knife. A dull one.

Within a few minutes, I found that I couldn't look right or up without the pain starting up again. Very quickly, I found out that my toes were down, the fridge was left, and the microwave was forward. Or the bed and dresser. Or the TV and spider plant. You get the picture. My toes were always down, though. I think that's pretty good.

It took me all day (until seven that night) of alternating ice packs and hot packs to finally be able to look up, and somewhat to the right. It also was helpful when my dad came over and gave me a neck massage (he found that there was this knot in my kneck. Not in my neck. Knot in my kneck. Not, knot. Neck, kneck. Sorry, a little sidetracked.). And when my mom brought me a strawberry milkshake... mmm-mmm-mmm.

A fifteen minute phone call to one of my best friends, a long (long, long, long) hot (hot, hot, hot) shower, an hour long phone call to another close friend (the short call was local, but the longer one just happened to be long distance), and the afore mentions massage, milkshake, and cold-hot treatment later... I was so overjoyed by my ability to turn my neck I almost notted up my kneck again. (Not, neck.... Knot, kneck... my apologies again!)

And I did it all without a Motrin. Beautiful.

So. That was one physical example of the things I take for granted. Afterwards, I turned my kneck for almost anything, just to prove some sort of point to myself. I had a body part that I needed, that I used, but that I usually just accepted for being there.

I also have body parts that I don't use (at least not a whole lot) and can't find myself ignoring. Hate how that seems to work.