He confirmed my own diagnosis of a severe case of joggleritis – a re-injury of the same neck muscle that I pulled a few months ago doing joggling tricks.
The good doctor did some treatments, after which I was able to hold my head straight up, and even turn my head a little bit without agony.
I also found out that I've been icing the wrong spot. Doh! What a waste of time and frozen sweet peas. But I now have optimism and a plan: rest, ice, heat, massage and Advil.
The Joggler will be back!