So, Tuesday after work I was on the way to see my therapist. Hoping she could help me work out that pesky money-anxiety-linked crick-in-the-neck from earlier in the day. Stopped off to get $ with which to pay her.
Started to back out of parking space. Not able to turn head fully (because of crick) to look behind, but that's okay, because I have a mirror, right?
BOOM! Aware only of hitting forehead on (well-padded) steering wheel). I had backed into a bright yellow pole.
OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR.
Car was fine (a small amount of yellow paint on bumper), pole was fine, I was fine - forehead didn't even hurt! Off I went to the therapist.
Guess what I have now (per the chiropractor, whom I saw yesterday)? Yep, a little whiplash. 
An interesting metaphor, I think. Just when I think things in my past are way, way behind me, WHAM! I run into them bass-ackwards.
Going back to chiropod today. He says I will heal well as I am in good shape already (yay for exercise classes). Yay for anti-inflammatories.
