Made in Italy

I woke up last night at 3 am with a strong pain in the neck. I could not turn the head on the left. I tried to stay still, supine, hoping that the pain would calm down. I started thinking of that afternoon I spent at the beach some days before. I risked to damage the backbone, neck height. Why did I let that wave hit my neck. I had swum hundreds of times with much higher waves. I remember I saw it coming but I didn't move to avoid the little but fast and powerful foaming wave crest. It felt like a vibrating punch in the back of the neck. I remeber that day I was a bit depressed 'cause I had been offended by a person I care for. Was she right when she said those things to me? or was she just yelling out her hysteria? I guess all these thoughts that where circling in my head prevented me from moving quickly to avoid the wave blow. Or did I want to punish myself?
While laying motionless on my bed last night I realized how easy it is to damage our body. I was produced by my mother in Italy, I never asked to be made but here I am. Made in Italy.