Coffee Isn't Omnipotent After All

I used to think that there was nothing a large cup of coffee wouldn't solve.

That was until I strained one of my neck muscles last night reading Brothers Karamazov in a nonoptimal position (neck twisting slightly to the left). I stayed that way for an hour or so before switching positions.

Who knew reading could be this dangerous? And reading Dostoevsky of all people!

This is how I came to learn that coffee doesn't solve everything. I'm having a cup right now as we speak and it's not doing jack shit to my neck muscle. (It was a valid hypothesis, though.)

Anyway, here's my feeble attempt to see the silver lining:

To have a strained neck muscle means I have at least one neck muscle, and having neck muscles is better than not having them.
Struggle makes you appreciate things you take for granted, so I'll appreciate my pain-free neck and pain-free life more when the pain finally subsides.
This is the perfect excuse to take it easy for a couple of days.
Pain and discomfort can generate amazing art and poetry.
I learned to be more cautious of my reading position in the future.

Great! Making this list did not help the pain at all.