That's how many days have passed between getting rear ended (twice) and the chiropractor finally releasing me from care - saying that he's done all he can do for me, that I'll probably need treatment for the rest of my life, that I should expect flare-ups and occasional headaches, and that, oh, if only I hadn't turned my head before the second impact.
I'll always have something to remember this by - a soft tissue souvenir, if you will.
Suffice it to say, it has not been the better part of my year.
If I had to find a silver lining at all I'd have to say that it was that I've learned a lot during this time - about insurance, chiropractics, lawyers, occipital nerves, electrostim machines, and the court system. Most importantly, however, I learned a some things about myself.
Namely that there is indeed pain that I cannot tough out and that my capacity for anger is near limitless.
The former feeds the latter, you see, and perhaps someday I'll find the end...but not today.