I wonder about the word
"crick."
The other day I woke up from what I
thought was a restful repose only to find out that I had a pain in my neck. No,
not some sort of annoying busybody that kept bugging me, an actual pain in my
actual non-metaphorical neck.
I had a crick.
That's right, the proverbial crick
in the neck. Which, by the way, some people identify as a crink in the neck.
Not sure if that's a regional or accidental variation.
But it does make one wonder what it
all means. Crick. An old word. One that implies so much. Oldness, bendiness,
non-flexibility, and rivers.
Does crick come from creaky? I'm so
old my bones are creaking. And now one of those old bones got jammed in my neck
somehow. Like a locked knee in my creaky old leg joint, but in my upper spine.
Or does crick come from crook? Not
the criminal kind of crook, the crook in a hook sort of crook. Like when some
ancient biblical prophet is depicted with a crook in his staff. Which, I know,
sounds like an administrative embezzler, but I mean like the hook they use to
pull bad talent off the stage. The bendy type of crook. Because your neck is
bent funny when you have a crick in it. Or you can't bend it back to normal without
pain.
Or is it crick as in creek as in
river? I catched me some catfish down by the crick. And man, that crick had
more bends than a backbone. Makes some sense. Cricks do bend around necks of
land.
Or is it because the cure for a
crick in your neck is to crack it?
Or is everything I said just a
crock?
America, ya gotta love it.
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