A Tale of a Chiropractor or How I Came To Love My Surgeon Pt.II


Many years went by and I continued to have some lower back pain off and on, depending on the weather and the degree of effort I put into doing things. As much as my chiropractor would have loved to keep me on a weekly regime, I could not justify the expense and after the crisis was over quit going.

1995. Mother’s Day. Beautiful spring weather. Farmer’s planting in the field. Hubs planting. Close-up to me, riding in the tractor with him… ah, togetherness. I’m riding on the wheelwell, as this tractor is smaller and has no second seat. Have I mentioned it is rough? It is. After many jigs and joggles and being banged around a bit, I gave up and went in the house. Togetherness can only stand so much.

The next morning I wake with a stiff neck. No biggie. Happens occasionally when I sleep wrong. You’ve probably all had that happen. Another day passes and it’s no better. I consider going in to have it popped by the chiropractor. I wait another day. Now my left arm is starting to hurt. It hurts when I stretch it out and pulls on my neck and shoulder. This doesn’t feel like a stiff neck. By the third day I’m not sleeping. I can only get comfortable when I sit in a chair and keep my arm propped up. It’s weak and tender. I call to make a doctor appointment. They can’t get me in for another couple of days. When I ask for some pain medication to help me sleep, they say no. Hubs comes home to find me bawling from the pain and frustration – as well, I’m sure, from sleep deprevation. He calls the doctor and they agree to some Tylenol with codeine. He must have been persuasive.

Remembering the fiasco the last time, I decide to skip the middle man and go straight to the chiropractor. I know they don’t like medications, but I explain I needed to sleep. He was okay with that. He did his x-rays and exam, and found nothing. Hmmm… This was a puzzle. He could tell I was very stiff and sore, so started me coming 3x a day. You heard me. 3x. a. day. He would give me a treatment and I would think I was going to pass out from the pain. A few days went by and he started by giving me a treatment and saying, “Now, that’s better, isn’t it?”. No matter how much positive thinking you try to blow up my butt, it is not going to make it better if it is not. Trust me. It was not.

I have a pretty liberal physician. Most hate chiropractors. Mine thinks they have a place, so doesn’t object to you seeing one. After two weeks with the chiro I decided things were not improving and I went to my doctor. He took more x-rays. Nothing. He suggested I try a different chiropractor – one with different methods. Now I was being put in traction. I was put on a bed of rollers (those actually felt good!). The chiropractic part was questionable – he’d use this little snapper thing and just thump me in places. I have no idea what that was supposed to do,but he was a very reputable guy so I went along with it. I got a home traction device (which I was warned had been mis-used and caused hanging deaths before. Oh. Goody.). It did nothing.

Back to the doctor. Now we were going to get serious. At this time we had no good neurosurgeons in our community, so I was sent to the big city. I had an MRI. Lo and behold, I had a herniated disc in my neck! I mean, that puppy was outside the box… surgery was discussed and my response was, HELL YES. Let’s do this thing!

A week later I was prepped for surgery. It’s weird, but it’s easier for them to do back surgery on your neck by going in through the front than the back. You have to agree to do this, knowing that you may never be able to talk again as they are right around your vocal cords. Truly, when there is this much pain involved, you’ll agree to anything. I see how torture can work.

The minute I came out of surgery and woke up, I was fine. I had some discomfort from the neck incision, but that was all. No back, neck, or arm pain – I could move my arm! I could stand! I could sleep! Normally, they keep you in the hospital for a day or two, but hospital beds and I don’t agree with each other – we don’t bend in the same place and I end up with lower back pain. So, Hubs borrowed his mother’s smooooth riding car and he took me home to recouperate.

I’ll always remember the chiropractor “cracking” my neck – the pain blinding me, taking my breath, almost making me black out – and his cheery voice saying, “now, that’s better, isn’t it?”.

Fuck you very much.

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6 thoughts on “A Tale of a Chiropractor or How I Came To Love My Surgeon Pt.II”

  1. The little “thumper thingy” is called an activator. When used properly is will put areas of your spine back into alignemnt, without the brutal manipulation and cracking of the rest o your back. It works for me. I am right in the middle of going through what you did. Although I am determined to do anything BUT surgery. Had traction and muuscle stem yesterday, as well as the activator. Ultimately I will go in AGAIN for another epidural steroid injection which worked wonders a year ago, but has since worn off.
    So have you ever regretted having the surgery Sue? (For future reference. I haven’t got to the point where I’m at my wits and pains end)
    I’m glad it worked for you! 🙂

  2. I’m so glad they found out what was wrong finally!
    When I seized up a few years ago, from working too much (of all things), I went to a physio clinic on my own. To this day, I don’t know what they did but it involved ultrasound, muscle massage and alternating heat and cold. Anyway, it only took 20 mins. per treatment 3 times per week for two weeks. I felt like heaven at the end. And it didn’t hurt like a chiro does. I don’t have the courage for chiro.

  3. I am surprised that when the chiro took the neck Xray and exam, he did not see anything wrong. And then to tell you that you feel better instead of asking!
    But like you, I have had good and bad chiro experiences. As a boy, I actually had a chiro smear eucalyptus extract on my chest as a cure for allergies (turn out I am allergic to eucalyptus)!
    These things inspired me to make a ratings website where people can rate their chiropractor. Maybe you can save someone else some time and heartache by posting your experiences.

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