Back in the seventies when I was younger I used to think of alternative medicine as being a bit suspect, a bit weird. In those days a chiropractor was also considered to be very fringe medicine.
Now, I don’t actually remember how it happened but one day I was aware of a great deal of pain in my right hand. It was so bad that I had trouble driving or writing, but the most serious and devastating consequence of my problem was that I couldn’t hold a glass of beer! I had to use my left hand. (You’ll be pleased to know that I developed this skill very quickly!)
I put up with the pain for a while until one day when I was in the swimming pool I overbalanced slightly and put my right hand out to steady myself. Bad move. The pain was terrible. The thought of seeing a chiropractor didn’t even cross my mind so I took myself off to the local GP. He examined my arm and my wrist and declared that he couldn’t see anything wrong. He did, however, send me for an X Ray. Several days later I hadn’t heard anything so I phoned the surgery to find out what was going on. I was told that the doctor had examined the X Rays and could see nothing wrong. “So why does it hurt?” I asked. No answer. That piece of information wasn’t included on the X Ray chart.
A friend of mine was doing some work for a chiropractor at the time and suggested that I go and see him. Ordinarily I probably would have resisted the idea of a chiropractor but the pain was very intrusive and more importantly I prefer drinking with my right hand. It sort of feels more comfortable.
Now all I knew about chiropractors was that they cracked bones which concerned me slightly. My concern turned to trepidation when I meet the chiropractor who was called John, six foot two tall and built like a wrestler. I felt sure that I was going to be dismembered.
He turned out to be the gentlest most caring person I had ever met. He examined my wrist, grunted a few times and proceeded to manipulate a row of bones across my wrist. He fixed the problem which turned out to be some misplaced bones. I celebrated in the nearest bar using my right hand.
After that I went to see my new found friend, the chiropractor, often, for a ‘grease and oil change’ as he put it. It is quite amazing how much better you feel when all the bones are properly adjusted. On numerous occasions I have entered his surgery doubled over with back pain, caused by me doing something stupid, and walk out pain free with a skip in my walk.
I now thoroughly recommend that everybody pays regular visits to their local chiropractor for regular adjustments, or a ‘grease and oil change’ as John used to call it.
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