I’m Well Adjusted…

I've Got Your BackMy chiropractor called me the other day and said, ‘oi, your boss has just been in for an appointment and told me you don’t want to book in as you think you’re too fat. Don’t be daft, come in!’

‘Can’t. Too fat. Could break your bench, honestly. Potentially very, very embarrassing.’

I’ve been visiting the chiropractor for over 12 years now. He magically sorted out my neck problems, brought on by exiting a car through the roof at high speed (not classy, pretty painful) and he’s also treated The Teenager since he was a toddler.

That Fateful Day two years ago when I woke up unable to speak or walk properly, he was the first person I called. After talking gibberish, he summoned me to his clinic, ran through some neurological tests and quietly told me to go straight to hospital. He was the first to put MS on the table and helped keep me sane through the long, anxiety-ridden diagnostic process.

Anyway, I went to the clinic, putting all fears of rolling off the bench with an ungainly thud to one side. Thankfully, the chiropractor is a consummate professional and put me at ease straight away as I brought him up to speed with everything that had happened since I last saw him (the list was long and he was awfully patient). Then it was time to have the treatment. I pulled off my boots with an unladylike ‘Oof’ and popped (heaved) myself on to the bench.

On my front. On my back. On my side. Probably the most exercise I’ve had in a while. Turn neck this way and that. Leg up, arm down. Why do I always imagine those mice from ‘Bagpuss’ when I’m lying there? You know, the ones that sing ‘we will fix it, we will make it new, new, new?’ Marginally better than ‘The Flumps’ I guess.

I felt like a new woman after the treatment and mentally kicked myself for leaving it so long. My body felt unfurled, stronger. There’s not an awful lot that can be done to make living with MS easier, but having regular chiropractic sessions certainly helps. It’s like a great big sigh of relief running through my whole body.

Finally, I stood up and asked, ‘Lovely! Am I normal now?’

With good grace, the chiropractor declined to answer…

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12 thoughts on “I’m Well Adjusted…

  1. i always think of this: http://youtu.be/mUwnkTnHrtI
    when someone mentions chiropractors :p

  2. Julie says:

    I winced when I read this post, then shuddered slightly! A few years ago I saw an osteopath – once!
    After standing in my knickers and bra – bending over with him standing right behind me checking my spine, I found myself lying on my back on the bench with one of my knees in my ear as he leaned on the back of my thigh.
    That was uncomfortable enough (I could feel his breath on my cheek!) but also whilst in this position he patted my flabby belly and said ‘You want to lose some of that’!
    I haven’t gone back, you are braver than I am.

    • stumbling in flats says:

      That’s so bad!! Imagine if I’d gone to them, lol. I’d definitely roll off the bench then. No osteopath or chiropractor should ever say that!
      Must admit, mine’s a wee star. Keep on trucking on thanks to him!

  3. Glad you went and feel better! I’ve never been to one, but it sounds nice. Wonder if insurance could cover it. Must investigate.

    Incidentally, sounds like a post could be devoted to your exiting at high speed from the roof of a car…unless it’s something horrible (e.g., a fiery car crash), in which case I feel terrible for suggesting it would be funny.

  4. This reminds me that I need to visit my Chiro….glad you have a good one

  5. Kerri says:

    My dad, who had back problems, had a bad experience with a chiropractor and spoke horrors about them. I’ve never been able to get past that, but I’ve heard such great things from others. Glad it helps so many.

    • stumbling in flats says:

      That’s such a shame! Must say, mine has helped me tremendously over the years. Think I’d be even more of a croc without him, lol x

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