WHY DO I HAVE TO POP MY ELBOW JOINTS WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING

That scene in the ‘Death in the Clinic’ episode of Death in Paradise where Richard introduces Camille to his ‘precision optical instrument’. She says goodnight to it and strokes it with her finger.

Word Count: 641

A/N: I once made a doctor scream because of how double-jointed my neck is. That was fun.

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Crowley’s flat was usually a place of safety and comfort for you. It was the place you’d go to relax. This time, it was a trap.

The vile smell of shit met your nose. It took everything you had to not gag when the man put his arm around your neck to secure you close to him. You looked for anything to use as a weapon against him, but it was fruitless. So you were stuck there waiting for Crowley to return.

The moment he walked through the door of his flat, you tried not to cry. Crowley froze when he saw you held up against the body of another demon. Crowley cautiously walked a bit closer but kept a safe distance as to not provoke the other demon.

“Crowley,” Hastur rasped. His grip tightened on you. “So good of you to join us.”

“What do you want?” Crowley hissed.

Hastur smirked.  His rotting teeth showed and released an even worse stench than before. “Revenge.”

You whimpered and closed your eyes. You hated that you were being used as a weapon against Crowley. You mouthed I’m sorry to the kind-hearted demon.

“We might not be able to kill you,” Hastur began. “But we sure as Hell can kill those that are important to you.”

In a moment, Hastur placed both hands on your head. His arms tensed and twisted your head. A sickening crack emanated from your neck and you fell limp.

“No!” Crowley roared. Sobs immediately quaked his body. “[Y/N], [Y/N], no. Please wake up.”

“Oh, they’re not going to wake up,” Hastor dropped your body and stepped away from it. “This is what you get for betraying Hell, Crowley.”

Crowley rushed towards your body, ignoring the damned demon. He cradled you against him and rocked you back and forth. Tears fell from his face and on to yours. Hastor watched in joyous murth before leaving the flat of the broken demon.

“[Y/N], I’m so sorry,” Crowley bawled into the crook of your neck. “Just please, please wake up. Please, I need you.”

Slowly, you cracked one eye open to check the flat. Hastor was indeed gone. You moved one hand up to run through Crowley’s messy hair.

His jumped and looked down at you. You gave him a crooked smile. He blabbered, trying to make sense of what was happening.

“Double-jointed neck,” you whispered. “Just got lucky he actually popped it. Hurt a bit, though.”

“Thank Go-Sata—whoever,” Crowley wept and pulled you to him as tightly as possible without hurting you. “I thought I lost you.”

“I know,” you hushed and returned his embrace. “I know. I’m okay, everything’s okay.”

Crowley pulled away and pressed kisses to your face. He started with your forehead, moved to your temple, your cheeks, nose, and lips. You kept soothing him and running your hand through his hair, gripping onto his clothes, and kept reminding him that you were there.

You two had eventually moved to his couch. You were laying on your back with Crowley’s head resting against your stomach and his arms were tightly wound against your waist. He was hiccupping while tears still ran down his face.

“I love you. I love you so much,” he sniffled.

“I love you, too,” you cooed.

Crowley lifted his head to look up at you. His glasses were long since discarded allowing you to look at his bloodshot, golden eyes. He stared as if he was trying to memorize everything about you. You smiled softly at him and moved your hand to wipe away the tears that were still spilling from his eyes. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

My elbows and knees are double-jointed — the medical term for that is “hypermobility” — and you can imagine that hypermobility might be an issue in any exercise regimen, especially one like Kettlebells that tests form, muscle and joint stability. Sometimes a joint cracks with sinovial joy, and not ball and socket distress.

As a child, I would sit in school on the floor, with my arm locked, and the kids around me would scream that my arm was broken! My arm was not broken. It was just holding me up, bent backward, and locked in the double-jointed position.

In graduate school, I had a Martial Arts classmate who loved to sneak up behind me while we were standing, and “Karate Kick” my locked knee so I would tip over, and fall to the ground. It was a little painful to frequently have a locked, double-jointed, knee kicked into the unlocked position by someone you trusted, and considered a collaborator, and a friend — but such is the stake of an Ivy League graduate school program with a wild variety of talents, and personalities. You can’t pick your pesterers.

Kettlebells can be demanding on your joints. Check out my Gear and Witches page that details my Golfer’s Elbow issues — issues that I directly relate to my jointed hypermobility.

Hypermobility and Kettlebells can be scary when you start. Your biceps get stretched just a little bit more to the elbow joint when you’re hypermobile in a Swing. Your knees stretch your leg muscles just a little bit more when you lock out your knees and snap your hips during a Kettlebell workout.

I asked several doctors, and some of my professional online associates for their feedback on how to handle my multi-joint hypermobility with Kettlebells, and there were two, distinct, camps. The first camp said not to allow the full range of hypermobility; I should stop the movement at the normal range. The other camp said, just work it out, gently and slowly, at first, to build up recognition of your joints with the new Kettlebell exercises, and then the hypermobility won’t feel so extreme the next day.

After some apt some experimentation, I quickly realized I had no idea what a normal range of action was for my joints because I had never experienced that average before — my elbows, and knees, just move as they do — with me or without me deciding to actively hyper-extend or not. So, I decided to just go with the full range of motion I naturally had, and to no longer worry about that which I could not really control. You lock, and you stretch, as your body is made. We are all different.

You're so sweet! Thank you!

Mostly these people are coming from a place of ignorance, they don't know or understand what "double-jointed" means and they're too lazy to use Google. But they see how crooked my arm is and think it looks broken/disfigured, and sadly a lot of people haven't learned to react politely when they see someone who doesn't fit with societal body and beauty norms.

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He Was Standing In Front Of A Friend, And What He Did Will Give You Nightmares

Plenty of kids mess with their friends by contorting their bodies in bizarre ways. We all knew children who were inexplicably able to pull their shoulders out of their sockets or bend their thumbs back to their wrists. I’m sorry to say, however, that there might be a new King of Freaks on the playground.

This boy effectively usurps the throne of weirdness by doing something absolutely insane with his neck.

I know he’s probably done this a million times at this point, but is anyone else afraid that his neck is going to get stuck like that? All I know is that this kid is going to nail the backup portion of his driver’s test when the time comes.