The Back

I went to the chiropractor today for the first time in about four years. Used to be that a regular visit there sorted me out but as time went on the beneficial effects wore off- it got to the stage where he'd crack me into shape and a half hour later everything would be twisted back out of place. Well, this past weekend has been bad enough that I sought help again. To be honest, I'd have gone to see a witch doctor if I thought it would do any good.

It went something like this- (looks at my back) "oh, that's awful"...crunch....crunch...crack, crack, crack...pop "ah, something else needs to go" pop.

I feel so different. It's like I've been living in someone else's body lately. Seems that about 99% of my spine was out of alignment- from the base of my back right up to my neck needed to be manipulated. It's all the way it should be now and the nausea that's been plaguing me lately has vanished. Hallelujah! In fact, this is the first day in months (literally months, possibly longer) that I've not needed to take pain-killers by this time of day. I just hope the effect lasts a bit longer.

If you do have back problems take the time to visit a chiropractor. I've seen doctors, specialists, had bone scans, MRI scans, X-rays, seen physiotherapists, acupuncturists, masseurs, and I don't know what else and in all that time the only relief I've had has come from either the pain meds the doc gives me (bless 'em) or the chiropractor. And he's the only one who has actually done any good treating me. The rest have been pretty much hopeless- and I have a special contempt for physios. Once a Navy doctor even lamented that I had injured my back and not broken a leg, because he could have fixed that. It seems to be something of a common view in the medical profession.