Thursday morning I took an active step in discovering what was wrong with my back. For those of you who don't know, I pulled my back out in January and March of this year, and I think I'd rather that didn't happen again, especially while I'm overseas. I wanted to see if I could get fixed.
I went to a chiropractor.
For the first time.
This was not the back "massage" I envisioned.
He did, however, assure me that my "problems" were fixable. So I was thinking, "Alright, bring it on!"
He fixed my leg that was shorter than the other. That was okay; just a little rub here, a little pull there.
Then he went for some back stuff. I was expecting him to rub out the tension and ease all the cricks.
The dude's whole body weight went down on my spine. There was popping and twisting involved. Is that normal? Is that okay?
I wanted to yell, "Hey, someone could get hurt here." (Namely, me.)
Then he moved on to my neck. The first "twist" came without me knowing what was going to happen, so I was semi-relaxed.
WHAT WAS THAT??!?
OK, I just saw a CSI episode last week where some chick in an alley got her neck twisted in a pop motion like that, and she died! (I told my chiropractor this very thing! He laughed at me (with kindness, of course)).
When he tried to do the other side, I was stiff as a board. He couldn't get me to relax enough to do it well, I'm sure. I was busy imagining the night terrors I was going to have about the first side.
Snap, crackle, pop, snap, crackle, pop, and I have to pay for this?
We (Kylie and I) went up to the front counter to pay, and I'm sure Kylie was a little unsure of what had just happened. She had seen the look on my face after that neck twist. I'm pretty sure my eyes were bulging out pretty good.
The chiropractor said, "So, how about you come again tomorrow morning?"
I was thinking one time did the trick!
I have to endure this tomorrow?
My neck will never forgive me.