Way back in my not-so-distant past, I fell off a ladder.
When I fell (such an amazing demonstration of poise & grace), I not only landed on my back in a searing blaze of pain, but also nearly decapitated my husband by bringing down the ladder on top of both of us.
Sapper had the presence of mind to insist I take a walk (with out hyperactive dog) to keep my muscles moving. For that I am grateful. The next day I was sore, but was able to move.
When I say I was sore, I should mention the parts of me that were *not* sore. Hmm. My nose. My ears. My eyes. Everything else hurt.
I couldn't move my neck (whiplash?) and head. I had bruises on both arms. I especially remember the pulled muscle feeling inside my right thigh. I was moving so slowly that our choir director didn't recognize me walking through the school parking lot!
Anyway, fast forward to eight days later when I went to donate platelets. Crab n Yell's school participated in a blood drive but I was ineligible to donate whole blood because I'd done so less than a month previously. blah blah blah so I talked to the blood center & they said they reallllllly need my platelets.
I thought I was doing alright. Honestly. I was still a little stiff and sore, but thought my back would get better over time.
I was really wrong.
These bed things they have at the blood center are pretty comfy. I've been tempted to nap in them more than once. But on the 12th I laid on the bed for approximately eight minutes before realizing my back hurt -- a lot. The phlobotomists noticed something awry (moving my legs incessantly? moans of pain?) and after a little bit of conversation gave me the phone number of a chiropractor.
I managed to see the doc that afternoon.
Good news? My back isn't broken.
Bad news? The doc says I have a bulging disk. And 3 or 4 vertebrae out of alignment. And they're putting pressure on my sciatic nerve. (I saw the x-ray, didn't see what the doc was talking about. But I'm not a doc, nor do I pretend to be one.)
Weird news? At the appointment for my 'adjustment' on Tuesday, the doc suggested I'd need treatments every day for two weeks, and that after 'two months' I should be pain free. Yike.
Weirder news? At my appointment Wednesday, the doc offered to 'adjust the kids' backs to get their immune systems in alignment' after giving them each a free sample of chewable vitamin C.
Freaky-might-make-me-switch-doctors-news? The doc then said, "Watch out for flu shots and antibiotics. Toxic!"
The chix said, "Was he serious?"
Anyone know a tactful way to switch chiropractors without having to talk to the weird one ever again?