Now, as I said, my back was very messed up by lifting a heavy box of books for Tristan's wedding 2 weeks ago. At first, I thought time and medicine would make it better, but I soon discovered it was getting worse. Since then, I've had trouble walking or bending over to do anything, hanging out with my friends is painful, and even just lying down can get uncomfortable quickly. Two days ago, I finally decided to just go to the Chiropractor for the first time ever. If you all remember my first cavity, then allow me to now explain to you what going to the Chiropractor is like. Updated 8/8/14 7:30 p.m.
First off, I was given a pile of paperwork a mile high just to get in. I had to sit in the main lobby alongside
many people 3 times my age and fill out the forms about my health history, insurance (which I had to call my mom to find out about), and other stuff. This paperwork took me near 20 minutes to complete. Once I finished, there was a short wait before I was led into a secondary lobby with 8 chairs. Most chairs were occupied, and I prefer to sit away from people, so I picked the seat as shown in the diagram and held my bag in my lap. We were not allowed to use cell phones in the back area, so I settled to watch Cupcake Wars on the TV. Then, HE entered.
Let's call this man "Bob" seeing as he had an equally generic manly name. Bob strode in. He was a larger, older man with a t-shirt and weirdly short shorts. He had a sort of strange, almost southern but not quite accent and asked if I minded him sitting next to me. I of course said it was fine because anything else would be completely rude, and continued to watch the screen. You know in all those war movies, the main character meets a talkative friend on the plane/car/other mode of transportation that chats him up enough that the audience both hates and feels sympathy for him? You know the one: the one that the main character hates but when he dies valiantly on the field of battle (probably 1st), the hero has to cry a little and admit he liked him? That is Bob.
Bob began to chat me up bout how he was in a motorcycle crash with a truck (which of course concerns me, since The Tinker rides a motorcycle) and how his neck and part of his back were broken. I tried to make the simple placating nods and mhms when needed seeing as I'd rather not freak out. Then, he told me about the Chiropractor.
"Yup, they put me in that neck strechin' thing last time an can you believe it it broke!" My heart stopped. "Yup, little piece cam flyin off the top. My neck was about this long!" He laughed, showing me about a foots length between his hands. I'm sure I paled, thinking about the machines breaking. "See, they just leave ya in a room! I mean ya got yer panic button but sheesh."
"O-oh.." I squeaked. My anxiety began to flare up. Will they hook me up to this medieval torture device only to have it break with me in it?! He nodded and talked some more about how the place expects him to come in 5 days a week and all tht jazz. I watched Cupcake Wars. Occasionally, workers would pass by and wave to him, all knowing his name seeing as he was apparently there everyday. At one point, he even motioned to it informing me that "you can get some real good ideas watchin this stuff!" Finally, I was called to meet my chiropractor.
|Sad hospital dress is sad|
Finally, I was called into the massage. I laid face first on a table and got a lovely massage, although half of it hurt like hell. I was nearing nap capacity until...I heard a voice. "Yup, got hit with a truck!" No. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. As it turns out, the rooms are designed in a U shape, with essentially a bed on either side of a wall and a connected back area for the stuff. I had the good fortune to be in the same room as Bob. Finally, he quieted down.
|Me and Bob....agaaaaaain|
After 10 minutes, the patches were removed. The nice but weird thing about the patches is they feel slimy, but don't hurt when taken off like a bandage or peice of tape and come off nice and painlessly. After that, she put on a thing that was some kind of ultrasound, that I didn't feel at all and was similar in the cold department. I was nearly asleep, with my hair plastered to my face, when I was told I was done. I got up and my cheeks felt weird from being smushed against the head-holdy thing and my hair was floating everywhere like little Medusa snakes. I fixed it before I was led to the Chiropractor (the same guy as before), who was able to pop a huge part of my back so yaaaaay. I got my bill, went to the front, and paid the fee and began to head out until an all too familiar sound came from the door.
"Take care Bob! See you next time!" Out he came and walked to the parking lot. Of all the things, his red motorcycle was parked beside me ;-;
"Beautiful things aren't they?" He said slowly getting onto it.
"Yup..." And with that, I drove away.
- Know all your information
- Know your insurance, medical history, and all that jazz. I'm lucky enough to be old enough to sign most stuff for myself now, but that's also a curse since I had to call mom to ask which made the whole process take longer. Also know if you've been to the hospital/had bloodwork done in the last 6 months.
- Be totally honest on the paper. They're basically doctors, they need to know. No secrets guys. And be prepared for them to ask you the same things over again.
- Don't be afraid to say you're not comfortable.
- Every 5 seconds they'd ask if I was comfortable with one thing or another. I highly suggest that you be comfortable with people touching you, which I know many people aren't. You can tell them at any time if you're unhappy.
- Don't be scared, since they want to make you feel better and feel as comfortable as you can while they fix whatever is wrong.
- Don't pretend not to be in pain.
- You're there for a reason. If they poke a part that hurts, say ow or make a sound, otherwise, they can't help guys.
- Try to have your hair tied back or out of your face
- My hair keeps getting stuck to my cheeks and it can get extremely uncomfortable if you don't adjust your hair before you lay on your stomach. I suggest a pony tail for girls with long hair, or for guys and I, just sweep it out of your face before you lie down
- Don't wear necklaces, shirts with bejewling or other fancy things, and don't wear dresses. Wear flats or other closed shoes.
- I made all of these mistakes already. You will be lying on your stomach and if you're wearing a necklace, i will feel awful and might get stuck under your neck and I'm sure I looked weird flopping like a fish to fix it. My shirt also had tassels that got caught also, so be careful of those.
- I was lucky to wear a zip up dress, but if you're not so lucky, just wear jeans (or sweat pants are better) and a T-shirt. It's just easiest.
- I wore sandals to my second visit and was trying to keep them from slipping off the whole time. I wouldn't necessarily suggest tennies, but flats or shoes that say on easily are the best bet.
- Don't go on an empty stomach
- It makes you miserable Be sure to eat!
- Don't talk to Bob
- Nothing will break
- Everything will be ok.
- You'll be better in no time guys <3
That's it for this Adventure with Lea! Adventures with Lea will now be posted on the Rant Time page, so you can find them there! I hope you enjoyed this and keep you eyes open for Lea Plays Nintendo Land-Metroid Blast Part 5!!!