|Cathedral window in Prague Castle|
Years ago I worked in a biscuit factory. It was okay work, not too hard and I got to eat as many biscuits as I wanted. People who say that after a week you get fed up with it? They don't know me, especially those cinnamon biscuits... That is however beside the point.
One day, I was supposed to go on the other side of the conveyor belt and in order to do that, I had to go underneath part of the machinery, since there was no way around. I had gone down and was almost clear when I thought I was already completely clear. I straightened myself and my shoulder hit the machine very badly. I cried out in pain, which is very rare for me: usually I just fall flat on my face without uttering a sound. I was taken away by the first aid lady who looked at my shoulder, taped the small wound shut and I think I had a short break before returning to work.
It healed nicely though and I never thought of it again. Then a few years later I started driving a bus. And whenever the seat and the steering wheel weren't properly aligned, I could feel my shoulder acting up. But a hot lamp or some tiger balm (not made from real tigers) and I would be right as rain.
I only realised a short while ago, that the wound sustained in that silly mishap in the biscuit factory is the root of all my troubles. With the head I mean. It is very likely some muscle got trapped for a short time and never got the chance to become untrapped. I had better call the doctor again...