A Pain in the … Back Pt.I

Many, many years ago in a land far, far away… oops! Wrong story. Several years ago when my kids were small, I went through a period of bad lower back pain. My parents, loyal chiropractic patients, kept trying to get me to go to one. My doctor thought I needed some tests, and a specialist. The specialist did the tests (which included putting needles into my legs and sending electricity through my limbs… isn’t that considered some kind of torture???) After said tests, I was put on a variety of pain pills and muscle relaxers and ordered to have 6 weeks of bed rest. Mind you, I had a 2, 4, 7, and 9-year-old child to keep track of. Bless my MIL… she stepped in and watched those kids for me for six weeks.

At the end of six weeks, there was no improvement. Back to the specialist who… get this… suggested another six weeks of bedrest, medication, etc. I don’t think so. I gave in and contacted the chiropractor my parents’ chiropractor recommended. He did all his usual x-rays, tests, etc., and gave me a “treatment”… then told Hubby to take me out to dinner and a movie – that I had been cooped up in the house waaaay too long.

After several weeks of treatments, I was fine. My belief in chiropractors was born.

To be continued…