Yet another reason not to pass on my genes

I'm taking a holiday with my family a week after I started my new job because I hurt my neck in a few car accidents late last year and my insurance company wants to make sure they aren't paying for my massages if I don't actually need them.

I had my appointment yesterday and spent four hours being examined and cross-examined by a doctor, a physiotherapist and a chiropractor.

They agree that I need to be in some kind of rehab program, so I guess I'm about to get myself a really strong back and muscle-y neck. Sexy. I hope I get those lovely popping-out neck veins while I'm at it.

The chiropractor said I have quite a long neck, so I should get some x-rays to check if I have a mutant bonus vertebrae.

This reminds me of the time I found out I had six wisdom teeth instead of four, and that at least four of them needed to be taken out.

It also reminds me of the time I discovered that other people's toes were half as long as mine.

The above evidence proves, beyond refutation, that I am a mutant.