I was diagnosed with spasmodic torticollis this week – a violent, crippling pain in the neck that came from nowhere, wiped out Tuesday, most of Wednesday and thankfully has now gone away, leaving me with nothing more than a stiff neck.
After seven hours in A&E they eventually gave me diazepam – valium – which left me alternately laughing and screaming. And as such it’s hard not to think that the spasmodic torticollis represents what’s going on in my life, as I’ve been alternately laughing and screaming for a few weeks now. People seem to think that I’m doing something with my life which I’m not and the more I protest the less they believe me. Now I know how Leonard Nemoy felt when he wrote “I AM NOT SPOCK”.
Art imitates life. Life imitates art. Spasmodic torticollis and diazepam have the last laugh.