Turning Heads

As if Justin Bieber isn’t young enough, there’s a new tween dream on the scene.  Actually, make that pre-tween.  Willow Smith, Will Smith’s NINE-YEAR-OLD daughter has apparently been signed by Jay-Z’s label (WTF, Hova?) and has a song out now about whipping her hair around.  I have not heard this song, nor do I want to, but I came across this VERY interesting news piece on MTV.com that proves whipping your hair/head around while dancing can, in fact, result in injury.

But, I already knew that.

It was my senior year in college and I was home for winter break.  I woke up on one of the last days of vacay and prepared to head up to my swanky Wilmington, Delaware hair salon for a cut and color (God forbid I get my hair done in Clemson, South Carolina).  While driving my mom’s Mini Cooper the 40 minutes to the salon, I started to notice a tightness in my neck.  I could turn my head, but the more I did  (you know, to check my blind spots and whatnot), the more it started to hurt.  What…the eff was going on?

By the time I got to the salon, I was definitely in mild pain, but knew I had to suck it up.  I was a blond at that point (weird I, know) and skipping this touch-up before going back to school was not an option.

When I leaned back into the sink for my shampoo, I almost cried.  This was not going to be easy.  I alerted my stylist and she promised to take it easy on my head.  The shampoo was definitely the worst part, but the “mild” pain got progressively worse throughout the process.  But, I survived.  Because I’m a Survivor.  (Yes, that was a Destiny’s Child reference and not the first one in this blog entry.  So read on.)

On the drive home, I could not turn my head at all.  When two 18-wheelers had the Mini Cooper and me in a truck sandwich on the highway, I saw my life flash before my eyes.  I didn’t want to call my parents because they were at a special weekend with my brother at the University of Delaware for his football scholarship and I didn’t want to worry them.  But, after the near-death experience, I made the tearful phone call to my mom.

“Oh my gosh, you might have Spinal Meningitis.  I’m coming home,” she decided.

Mom would be  missing some swanky banquet with the coaches, new team, etc.  Way to ruin everything, stupid NECK.

I made it home and proceeded straight to the couch until mom made it home and could take me to the emergency clinic.  This just kept getting better.  After a good hour in the waiting room, pain increasing and mom swearing I might die at any moment, we saw the doctor and she questioned me about what I did the night before.

And, that’s when it hit me.  Corey and I had been at “the club” (oh yeah, Bubba’s in Dover, Delaware) and I was dancing and swinging my neck around like a maniac.  Whooooopsiiiieee.  I had thrown my neck out while trying to imitate Beyonce when “Lose My Breath” came on.

What…an asshole.

I came to this realization under the watchful eye of the doctor and  my mother, confessed what had happened, and I vaguely remember the doctor rolling her eyes, while my mom expressed her relief that I didn’t have a deathly illness.

I laid on the couch for the next couple days, icing then heating my injury.  Was the night out worth it?  Probably not.  But at least now I know to stretch my neck before hitting the dance floor.

Especially if a Beyonce song comes on.

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3 Responses to “Turning Heads”

  1. Kelley says:

    your mom had a mini COOPER!!!!!!!!!?????? so jealous!

  2. Cindy Hesseltine says:

    Yet another resaon why we never have a dull moment in the Hesseltine homestead. Actually we pray for dull moments. sigh

  3. Allison Rizk says:

    Thanks for the hard news about Willow Smith. Maybe I’ll interview her for RadioPotato. Thanks….to your blog post.