No walk in the park

blogDSCN8026The verdict is in and it’s not going to be a walk in the park.  I’ve got a messy back, hip, and neck.

By messy, I mean those parts of my anatomy are all messed up.  Even I, an untrained non-healthcare person, could see that from my x-rays.    Add some arthritis to the squished up and skewed joints, it’s no wonder my body screamed every time I went up and down my stairs.

I suspect a cervical strain from a car accident I had over 20 years ago contributed significantly to my neck issues.  I’ve suffered with neck pain and stiffness for a long while, and I’m pretty confident many of my headaches stem from that as well.   And then there was that belly-flopping fall I took this past summer in my family room.  That didn’t help my back or hip one bit.

I’ve had back problems before and visits to chiropractors fixed them right up.    But that was several years ago when we lived in other states.  I’d never visited a chiropractic doctor here in my hometown.   So after some deliberation, I made an appointment.  After an exam, medical history,  and x-rays, the first visit involved some spine-tingling –an electric stimulation machine which I kept telling the assistant to crank up higher because I couldn’t feel  it!   Once I began sensing those pulsating vibrations, it actually felt pleasant.

Then came some stretching and pumping, which felt amazing and relieved that heavy-handed pressure on my lower back and hip.  Some slight adjustments to start with and I experienced some relief immediately.  With each treatment, the doc adjusts my neck and lower back a little more and I have to admit, it’s painful.  I can’t quite understand how something can hurt so much yet at the same time feel so good, but that’s how I have to describe it.  I’m already seeing improvement, but there will be more treatments to come and some therapy as well on my road to recovery.

How did I know I’d chosen the right health care provider?  His caring attitude won me over.  As did the fact that his father-in-law happens to be my optometrist (and I have a wonderful story about him to share sometime).  And then through our conversation, I found out my new chiropractor’s father and brother live in the Pacific Northwest; his dad actually resides in our former suburb.   So there were connections.   I like connections.   They make me feel….well,… connected.  And the shape of my back, hip, and neck are definitely connected to my well-being.

Oh yeah, there was one more thing.  As I sat in the waiting room for my first appointment, I glanced occasionally at the flat-screen TV to read the messages about chiropractic care shown there.  I just happened to look up when this flashed across the screen…an animated picture of the Jackson 5  belting out “I Want You Back.”    I did a double-take since I had just written about that song in my back-lamenting blog post the day before!

Today in my book called Opportunity, Chapter 10, Page 15, I’m taking that as a sign.  I’m in the right place.  I’m already moving well enough to take a little stroll in my hometown park.  And maybe, just maybe, my chiropractor will get this body into shape to move and groove  just like Michael Jackson did.   What do you think?  Think I’ll be dancing like this any time soon??  Okay, even I have to admit that would be a miracle, but a girl can dream, can’t she?


Back, I want you back

pexels-photo-209037.jpegPoliticians pontificate about the overwhelming, heavy public debt riding on each of our backs.  Well, today, my friends, I feel like I’m personally carrying all that debt myself on my aching back.

You see, my back is out of whack.  Really.  I’m talking literally.  My back’s been troubling me since last Thursday for no good reason.

I’ve tried recalling my recent activities in an attempt to figure out how my back got twisted up in knots.   Did I lift something heavy that strained my back?  Nope.  Did I fall?  Nah.   Stumble?  No.  Fail to bend my knees when I picked up my suitcase? No way.   So what the heck did I do to it?  I have no idea whatsoever.

I don’t have an achy-breaky heart, I have an achy-breaky lower back.  A back that impedes normal walking and screams in agony when I climb the steps (and oh, did I mention I live in a two-story house?).   My out of sorts back doesn’t want to ache alone, so now it’s convinced my hip to join in and if that isn’t enough, there’s this pain running down the side of my leg.  One day it extended to my knee, yesterday it worked its way down to the calf of that leg.   I suspect the sciatic nerve is pinched, bunched, generally in a tizzy, or something akin to that and tomorrow I have an appointment with a chiropractor.

But for now, as I sit in my easy chair with my best friend, ibuprofen; a solid pillow propped behind me; and  an ice pack on the afflicted area (20 minutes on, 20 minutes off), the only thing coming to my mind happens to be songs with the word back in them.   Songs like the Jackson Five’s “I Want You Back.”    Back, it’s true!  Ooo, ooo, baby, I want you back.  I want you, my healthy back, back.

And then there’s “I’m Bringing Sexy Back” by Justin Timberlake.  Well, right now, my back’s not bringing anything, let alone sexy.  I’d be ecstatic walking a normal gait instead of this shuffle, never mind a sexy swing.

Going the country music route, “Back Then” by Tim McGraw comes to mind.  Tim, I don’t just miss back then “when a hoe was a hoe, coke was a Coke and crack’s what you were doing when you were cracking jokes,”  I also greatly miss my back sans pain and the fact that this currently wacky back is preventing my evening strolls in the lovely fall weather.

And then there’s that Hall and Oates tune, “Baby Come Back,” which I would like to rename Back Come Back.”  Back, come back, any kind of fool could see, there was something in everything about you.  Back come back, you can blame it all on me, I was wrong, and I just can’t live without you.

I’ve even gone to the deep recesses of my mind’s song treasure trove with “Carry Me Back to Ol’ Virginny.”  Well, if this doesn’t let up soon, I’m not just going to need someone to carry me back to Virginia or anywhere else, someone just may have to carry me up the stairs!

So you can see, I’m feeling a little unhinged on Page 11, Chapter 10, in my book of Opportunity.  I can’t get my back off of my mind.  Seems like my back’s really got a hold on me…..oh wait, that’s another song, and I’d give anything to move like Smokey Robinson and the Miracles right now.

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