I had a breakthrough with my back on Wednesday. I mean, one minute I was the Hunchback of Notre Dame and the next minute I was Bart Conner, springing around and doing back flips. Well, maybe not quite that, but I was able to stand straight up. Walk. And stop groaning.
I went to the chiropractor on Wednesday and told him my back was feeling better. Uh-oh. That led to him doing some manipulations that were scary, but worked great. He had me lie on my side, then he grabbed my lower arm while he twisted my hip. CRACK! POW! BAM! And…relief.
I had that procedure done on both sides. Major back crack and spinal realignment. And I could stand up and walk out pain free. Just one little thing. I was as nauseous as all get out. Like penny-under-my-tongue nauseous. I found out later with a little research that nausea is a common side effect of spinal manipulation. It makes sense, all those organs are connected to the nerves that were being unburdened.
But I’ll trade a little bit of throwing up in my mouth for a back spasm any day. This officially ends my writing about my back. I’m sure I’ll have a new ailment — even a hangnail — to complain about next week.
