Yesterday I was abused by a chiropractor. Seriously. After my post about running in the dark, who knew my nice, kind chiro would be the one?
Dude. My back has been freaking KILLING ME. I mean we're going on three weeks of PAIN PAIN PAIN. I don't like it. Not one little bit. It makes the smallest tasks seem insurmountable. Laundry? No can-doey-bubba-luey. Cooking? Idon'tthinkso.
So, I've been visiting dear old Dr. G again. I hadn't seen him since I was mucho-preggo with Oliver. When I called to make the first appointment, the little nurse/receptionist REMEMBERED me and was all, "Wow, it's been a long time!"
The first visit was typical and fine. I felt neither better nor worse afterwards. He wanted to see me "early" this week again, so yesterday, I dumped the kidlets with Derek and headed off.
I'm shooting the breeze on the table, la, la, la, he's all, "I'm going to just check something here..." la la la
He jumped on me. But not in a bad way. In a totally appropriate-for-a-chiro-way. I just wished he'd warned me before hand.
Holy shiz, it hurt.
So, I yelled.
In fact I yelled, "HOLY SHIZ! THAT HURT!"
And he was all, "I'm SO sorry! But I could see you were too tense. If I had warned you, it wouldn't have worked!"
Wow. It stung. It was unpleasant.
But, it was also like, exactly where I had been WISHING I could crack my back. So, I guess that's good. But then he stuck his ELBOW in my back. Repeatedly. That was also unpleasant.
Apparently I'm a hot mess. (No, not a "haute" mess. I'll never be that.) I'm all tense and muscle-spasmy.
Today it hurts so bad. I just want to die.
I'm supposed to go back on Friday. I'm hoping for LESS pain and MORE gain this time around.
To all the chiros who read my blog: WARN A PERSON BEFORE YOU JUMP ON THEM.