This week I had a "first". (And ya know, the older you get, the less "firsts" there are to have, so I may as well document this one.) It was my first time at a chiropractor. Last week, I pulled/tweaked/hurt my shoulder pretty badly. I could hardly move certain ways for fear of a stabbing pain in my shoulder. Then, to make matters worse, we went on an 8 hour road trip (that turned out to be more like 10 hours due to a flat tire), slept in an unfamiliar hotel bed, then had the 8 hour trip back home...all in 5 days. By the time we got home, it was not only my shoulder but my back and neck as well. NOT FUN.
We have another long vacation/road trip soon, so I knew this couldn't be ignored.
I tried to heat it, ice it, rest it...nothing worked. So I made an appointment with a chiropractor. First, he checked my shoulder, neck, and back. He found that my right vertebra are sitting higher than my left vertebra. Then I had these little electric-muscle-stimulator-thingies (yes, that's the technical term) put on my back along with hot pads to loosen the muscles.
Then the "adjusting" began. Let me just tell you...it's not what I expected. I thought I would be a little pop here, crack there. It sounded like someone was eating 5 bags of Pop Rocks in my neck, shoulder, and back.
But the good news is, I feel better. I'm still a little stiff, but there is definite improvement. It made me wonder why I've never gone to a chiropractor before?
It was a good first.
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