24 June 26
Oh My Aching Back
In the early 90s I visited a chiropractor in Cambridge, Massachusetts, for some problems I was having in my hands and lower back. The impression I had was that it felt better at the time but the effect faded within hours and the whole experience really wasn’t great — it was more about getting people to come back twice a week until the end of time.
I was recently diagnosed with osteopenia, a precursor to osteoporosis, which I’d like to avoid… and I hurt my back about a month ago, moving an armchair from the sidewalk to the house. (Hey, it was for the cats.) Since it was taking so long to heal, I asked for and was given a recommendation to a chiropractor from my massage therapist — if nothing else, I’d love help with my hip.
The guy I saw this morning used to be a respiratory therapist and retrained as a chiropractor in his 50s — it’s a different experience seeing someone who worked for years within the medical system and has moved to a nearby field. Because he’s trained recently, he’s been exposed to more modern thinking on the subject… it was a much better experience, the adjustments were gentle, and I certainly felt better afterwards.
I will report on the long-term success of this adventure but for now I’m hopeful.
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