The Saint

Woke up with a freaking stiff neck this morning, which just about put me over the edge.  Why am I having so many stupid problems?  Doesn't the universe realize I just want to live and let live?

So the first thing I did was write to my mom and ask her if there might be a patron saint of stiff necks that I can invoke today.  She wrote back that St. Blaise, patron of sore throats, is probably the nearest go to guy. I read about St. Blaise for a bit and was saddened to hear that he was beaten with hot combs before his beheading.  I was working up a little ritual in honor of the Blaiser, but then I got to thinking.  Instead of finishing off the writing sitting in front of me, I could be using google to track down the right saint for the right body part.  And come to find out, I stumble upon Saint Ursicinus.  He lived around 610. Born in Ireland.  He was a hermit.  Then he went to Switzerland. That's all we've got, but really how much do we need? He's all about the stiff neck.

Oh Saint Ursicinus, think of me today as I sit here writing with a hideous stiff neck.  Bring healing relief to my neck, especially the right side, if you feel like it.  In the name of all that is kind and good.  Amen.