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May. 23rd, 2005 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
unbibiumIt seems a few of my friends at the same time are talking about chiropractors in some way.
I don't believe in them myself -- unless there's some serious problem with the human spine, it's usually best off left alone, or at least handled gently.
My parents took me and my brother to a chiropractor at a very very early age. Far too early for us both to have had problems. I still don't know how they got talked into it. But I do remember that when I was 12, my dad would take me to one that claimed they could cure my hyperactivity with some precision adjustments. They took X-rays and everything. They prescribed me this styrofoam pillow, but the dog chewed it up, so I remain hyperactive to this day.
Flash forward to December, 2003. I had a bunch of muscles go weird in my back about 18 months ago. The urgent care facility gave me muscle relaxants -- no manipulation required. To work out the knots, I spent $5 on the robot massage chairs at AZ Mills every so often. And my GP told me to stop relying so heavily on that shoulder bag I picked up in Japan, which was creating uneven tension. He also took the opportunity to prescribe me some Lexapro, which I stopped taking because it didn't do jack.
I wonder, if they'd recommended a chiropractor, whether I'd be swearing up and down that it's what cured me -- and whether I'd still be going, since I can find a little bit of back pain today if I look for it.
I don't believe in them myself -- unless there's some serious problem with the human spine, it's usually best off left alone, or at least handled gently.
My parents took me and my brother to a chiropractor at a very very early age. Far too early for us both to have had problems. I still don't know how they got talked into it. But I do remember that when I was 12, my dad would take me to one that claimed they could cure my hyperactivity with some precision adjustments. They took X-rays and everything. They prescribed me this styrofoam pillow, but the dog chewed it up, so I remain hyperactive to this day.
Flash forward to December, 2003. I had a bunch of muscles go weird in my back about 18 months ago. The urgent care facility gave me muscle relaxants -- no manipulation required. To work out the knots, I spent $5 on the robot massage chairs at AZ Mills every so often. And my GP told me to stop relying so heavily on that shoulder bag I picked up in Japan, which was creating uneven tension. He also took the opportunity to prescribe me some Lexapro, which I stopped taking because it didn't do jack.
I wonder, if they'd recommended a chiropractor, whether I'd be swearing up and down that it's what cured me -- and whether I'd still be going, since I can find a little bit of back pain today if I look for it.
