Robocop Experience

All it took was a wrong turn and the incorrect positioning of the pillow to result in a loud cracking sound. All the sudden I realised that my neck could not support the weight of my head. After a night enduring the excruciating pain, my wife drove me to the nearest specialist hospital to consult an orthopedic surgeon. On the way, I was practically propping up my head with both my hands to reduce the burden the neck had to bear. Every brake my wife pressed and at every turn of the road I was actually screaming from pain. (Since I have the privacy being in the own family car rather than in a public place, I took this opportunity to behave a little like a small boy. Where else do I have such an opportunity? Further more, screaming seemed to provide a soothing effect, at least psychologically.) However, holding one's own head can actually look funny. Try holding you head with both your hands and look into the mirror and I can tell you something--you can look quite foolish. At the hospital, after the X-ray was taken and while waiting for the doctor, I got to torture my neck without the hands support to avoid being laughed at just in case there were some unsympathetic people around. Luckily, as the doctor convinced and comforted me, it was due to neck muscle pull and not the bones and it should be alright after a painful jab on the neck, some pain killer and a few days of rest.
For the whole of the first day I was lying down more than at the vertical position and it was actually a good opportunity to catch up with my reading. It was sort of a record that I could cover nearly 80 pages of 'The Social Animal' by David Brooks. It was on the second day that the robocop feeling or experience came about. On this day I got tired of lying down so I sat and walked a lot, started using my computer and meeting some dear colleagues who were so kind to come to visit me. I may be wrong about the latest robocop technology but I got a feeling like one because though my neck recovered fast enough to support my neck it was still painful to turn or to nod (so I could not gesture yes or okay if someone happened to ask for certain affirmations). To look in a certain direction at eye level, I got to turn my whole body and to look down, I got to bend my knees. Of course an advance robot may be able to turn its neck, perhaps even at 360 degrees. My perception of robocops is those of the previous century. Whatever it is, with this experience I think I can contribute a little in case the Star Wars producer decides to shoot another episode of the film in Malaysia.
Today, the third day, I am almost back to normal, except that I got to go back to the hospital for follow-up checking and I am sure the doctor will give me a good report. With this experience, to look from the positive side, though I will have a rare entry in my service record booklet of 2 days of mc (medical certificate), I feel refresh after a much needed break that continues with a weekend, from my job in a 'pressure cooker'. More importantly, I got the comfort and nice feeling the genuine care and concern of friends and relatives.