I managed to hurt my back about two weeks ago. I'm not entirely sure how; I just woke up in the morning with it feeling incredibly stiff and sore, and it has been that way since despite my efforts to gently stretch it out. With all the dance rehearsals and practicing at home I've got going on, I can't really afford to take it easy, so I went to see a chiropractor yesterday for the first time in 7 years or so (I didn't have a great experience with the last one I saw - nothing terrible happened, it just didn't help me).
This particular chiropractor only does an assessment during the first appointment, no treatments. Part of the assessment included x-rays of my spine - not gonna lie, I am curious to see what my spine looks like. Is that weird? You see, apart from the usual dental x-rays, the only other x-rays I've had done were on my left hand when I fractured my thumb. I had a physiotherapist a while back who told me I had scoliosis during one appointment, then tell me that it had gone away somehow at my next appointment.
Anyway, the chiropractor was at least able to tell me that I have some wonked-up things going on with my back, neck, elbows, and wrists. Not exactly surprising, but it's good to know that I'm not just imagining things. The GPs I've seen over the years have tended to dismiss any pain or stiffness I've gone to see them about, because I have better-than-average range of motion pretty much everywhere, even when my range of motion is reduced due to injury.
I get to find out results of all those tests and the recommended treatment next Tuesday. I'm hoping he recommends massage therapy - I'm kind of a wuss, and would much rather get a massage than have someone doing scary adjustments on my back.
Um, that was really boring, sorry. Well, at least no one's got a gun to your head forcing you to read it (I hope). To make up for it, here's a picture of a sign that makes me laugh for no good reason:
Please never stop being awesome, Fire Stairs Dude.
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