Wha’d you just say?
Rusty worked on my back before my first ever chiropractor appointment today. I have also been a believer in do not fiddle with your spine, but I thought it would be worth a try since I have not slept in 10 days and a “God Bless You” makes me cry.
Have you been worked on by Rusty? Fingers of steel, knuckles like locomotives, knowledge of pressure points that leave the after taste of breakfast or last night’s dinner for that matter lingering in your nostrils, the man knows how to handle you. We may just all take for granted a little bit how good he actually is.
My chiro for the hour on the clock runs through a medical check list and asks me some questions. When he finds out that I am a nurse with a master’s degree he looks at me like the street peddler trying to sell a bicycle to a fish. Let’s get started then.
He puts hot compresses on my back and then rubs some spicy cream. My three year old rubbed some spicy cream on me last night at home. He was thrilled with his work saying, “There, there Mommy, I’m a good doctor.”
Then came the massage. “Let me know if this is too much pressure,” he asks. Oh sorry, did you already start? He continues to rub and pat and checks in again about too much pressure. Then he twists my legs a couple of times and my back cracks. I do not feel any better, no worse.
“What have you been doing since the accident?”
Well, like I said, I’m a runner.
“But you haven’t been running have you?”
Yes I have. 80 miles per week.
“You are going to have to stop running. I will see you back Wednesday and Friday this week.”
No, I am sorry. You won’t. I think I will go shop your opinion around town.
Boooooo! I went though the back thing this past winter and it was not pleasant….can you say “elliptical”?
I ended up switching my diet (sugar is inflamatory!?! That’s an outrage!!!), my stride (forefoot good, heel bad ….for me at least), my shoes (good-bye cushion, I loved you…), and my work-out (hello dirt, you will be my new friend).
Did the exercises when I had to, do them now when I remember.
Did you really have an accident or do you know why your back is complaining? The psychology of back pain is “lack of support” but I won’t go there. Hope this is just a blip…
Brizzle said this on October 28, 2009 at 2:16 pm |
I wrote all about it Briz, I am shocked that you do not read my scribble everyday! A dog hit me, see Golden Tackle. Yeah, it was a hit on run. Now the back is a mess. Pre-dog hit, I do not have back pain. Lots of pilates keeps that at bay.
drea said this on October 28, 2009 at 9:47 pm |
Oh yes. A dog. That must have seemed like a horse to a little person. I’m sorry you had to go through that. I was concerned with those big breezes on Tuesday as well. You be careful out there, Pee-Wee.
Here’s to a swift recovery…
Gulliver said this on October 28, 2009 at 11:24 pm |
Sometimes you are just soooooooooooooo charming.
drea said this on October 29, 2009 at 1:42 am |
Ok, I won’t tease you…heal fast
Brizzle said this on October 29, 2009 at 1:50 am |
I have found chiropractors helpful. But I have also found some of them are total idiots who believe that waving their hands above me will change my “energetics”.
The chiro I go to cracks my back (and only rarely does massage, but sometimes). He has solved a number of back problems for me, and he has never told me not to run. He also respects Rusty (and vice versa).
If you want to try another (and it sounds like you may not), I’ll be happy to give you his name (Jill and Kim go to him too, I believe, if that’s any encouragement).
georgeruns said this on October 29, 2009 at 3:01 am |