I guess it was inevitable.
I've lasted 31 years without having a need to go to the chiropractor (while a good portion of my friends need to go on pretty regular basis for various issues) and figured I never would have to go. And there is just something about the thought of a doctor "cracking" me (I get horrible visuals in my head of this...I'd rather crack my OWN parts, thank you very much!) that always scared me away from the thought of going to a chiropractor.
Well, times have changed. After having constant pain in my back and neck since last Wednesday, I'm feeling pretty desperate. I had a massage on Friday night and I also made myself an appointment for a massage at the student clinic on Thursday afternoon.
I'm no stranger to massage. I WORK at a massage school (in the office, I'm not an MT. I *shudder* at the thought of touching other people's feet!) And up until about six months ago, I received on a pretty regular basis. I believe massage is great self-care. But sometimes, it just might not be enough. My supervisor did a little work on me while I sat in my desk chair (and even while I laid on the carpeted floor in our back office) and she said my body is all out of alignment and that I have a good 1/2-1" longer on my right side than my left. And it certainly feels like I'm all out of whack...for lack of a better, technical term...it doesn't feel good. So I've decided to call a chiro and try to set up an appointment for either end of this week/early next week.
I'm scared!! There it is again! That crazy mental visual of a Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde mad scientist in a flowy white lab-coat and rubber gloves (don't ask me WHY he has on rubber gloves) cracking his knuckles and cackling maniacally before braking my body in half over a table. Hold me!!