Let me be straight.
Before yesterday I was a true skeptic of chiropractors. I did not trust them, I never went to one and never planned to.
A couple months ago I was having pregnancy related hip issues and my OB referred me to a chiropracter. It must have been written all over my face my feelings about “those doctors.” She reassured me that he wasn’t a quack and that she trusted him. I took the business card but had no intention of following through. I really did not believe he could help. Or maybe he would help but it would mean I would have to have weekly appointments the rest of my life and I would be totally reliant on his “tricks” to live a new normal.
Last Friday after a week of enduring brief but excruciating pains in my back, ribs and shoulder on my right side I called my OB’s office in desperation. The nurse took matters into her own hands and before I knew it I had an appointment with a chiropractor. Honestly, I was so exhausted and miserable I was willing to try anything. The pain was the worst at night and in the midst of a sound sleep I would be shocked back to wakefulness, and bring Richard along with me as I inadvertently exclaimed in pain. I moved back and forth from my bed to the recliner to try to get comfortable.
Enough complaining, I said I was through with it and I meant it.
So yesterday I went to my appointment. I was very nervous. Where was this man going to touch me? Was it going to hurt? I was literally sweating. But he was professional, he talked me through everything asked my permission before applying his “techniques” and explained in medical jargon what was going on. I was impressed with his style and methods but not convinced it was going to make any differene. But it did feel good.
I slept better last night than I have in 10+ nights. There were no shooting pains and I even slept on my right side which I haven’t done in just as many nights. The only thing that brought me back to wakefulness was my cramped and overactive bladder.
Some might say that my pains were psychosomatic and I had just enough hope that the chiropractor would work, that he did. Maybe so, but nonetheless it worked. Frankly I’m still a little skeptical myself and I am just waiting for things to get bad again. But I’ve been converted enough, that if they do I will return to his healing hands.
I consider this a lesson that came as a huge blessing. As they say, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.