Complaint Department now open. Mercy - can I deduce the weather? I thought I had pulled some soft, flabby muscles while doing an art intallation in a hallway here at home. Nope, it's a weather front.
Let me give a little clue to the whatevers of this magical ability:
Way back in the early '70s, I managed to break, fracture and dislocate my neck (C5-C6) while showing off doing gymnastics on a beach. This is the story of my life in many ways, as the 'rewards' of making it through this nightmare were of a nature that if seen in a movie, you'd have to say it was contrived and unbelievable. Oh well. Anyhow, I did survive this ordeal, but was told by my docs (magicians!) when I complained as to the cracking and weird boney stuff going on that "Wait 'til you're older!" with a nod and a laugh of sorts. Little did I know what they inferred - but as this is all about, if I was a bit more fine tuned to the sensation of atmospheres coming and going, I could nail a weather report like no meteorologist with Doppler and satellites giving the 411.
Stiffness followed by chance of more complaints.
Some day when I feel like going at it, I'll dive into this spinal tale and give a detailed report on the whole of it.
In a nutshell, I was injured in July and told to sit tight (I was in something called a reverse Trandelenberg position with a Crutchfield tong planted in my head to get the verts to realign before they could figure out what to do with me) -- yeah, sit tight, like get comfy for the holidays. Huh? Like Christmas? Yes, indeedy.
I managed to leave in 28 days after arriving - ten days after having the operation performed.
True story with more coming.
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