It's been hurting for quite some time. I had x-rays taken the other day and the doctor reported that there was degenerative damage in several places on my spine. I can hear grinding every time I turn my head from side to side.
I've been dealing with the arthritis in my body since I was fifteen years old. The pain and the immobility is nothing new to me. I've been on so many different medications over the years that I can't even name them all.
I don't tell you this to obtain pity or sympathy, only for you to fully appreciate my situation. Despite the fact that the doctors have always told me that I can't do any sort of aerobic activity, I've been successfully, although somewhat clumsily, been participating in a Zumba class for over a year. My joints sometimes ache and swell, but I keep pressing on in spite of the pain.
|Lily Tomlin is "The Incredible Shrinking Woman"|
However, a friend of mind from high school is now a chiropractor. I respect him and his practice, so I am ignoring all of my instincts and considering calling his office. Up until this point, the closest I've come to a spinal adjustment is having a tall person stand behind me and, while I cross my arms in front of me giving myself a bear hug, they pick me up off my feet by my elbows. I'm sure that's frowned upon in the chiropractic community, but it does lead to a satisfying cracking sound.
|This is my nightmare.|
But this is how desperate I have become. I am willing to go to a chiropractor, not so much to alleviate my pain, but with the hope that somehow, if my vertebrae are stacked correctly, I will regain my lost quarter inch.