Oh, He's Really Gonna Get It Now...

So yesterday, I got some results back from a chiro. Finally had enough of the back pain in the morning, especially since it started to get worse in the sense that it would carry over in to the day longer sometimes. So, he pulls out the x-rays. Found out later that these were the wrong ones, which is nice because that guy was REALLY screwed up...but mine weren't great either. Not as bad as this guys though. Anyway, the doc tells me that there's damage near the problem area, as well as my pelvis being out of alignment which is causing a horizontal spinal compensation, and asks about any trauma in the past. I remind him about a fall I took in winter (which I did blog about...I slipped on some ice and butt bumped down about 3 stairs). He says "oh, no, I'm talking years ago." So we start thinking about it, and he reminds me that I said stuff about bike spills as a kid. Then I remember it.

It.

This.

And I realize, that the asshole from Archbishop Curley might have done more than simply completely screw my knees up. I mean, I hit hard almost completely horizontally. It definitely could have thrown my pelvis out of alignment slightly, as well as causing trauma along the spine itself from the impact. I simply never noticed because the obvious and pressing pain and problems were coming from the knee. Then the butt bump aggravated it or accelerated it, whatever you want to say.

So, if I see him now, it's on like Donkey Kong. Punched in the nuts is too good for him. Effin' jackass.

Humpday Haiku: Again with the Back Pain

Once again, back pain

I guess its not my weight, Doc

back to drawing board.

On Back Pain

So, those that check out the Twitter feed to the left (used to be right) might know that I've been having an issue with back pain when I wake up in the morning. I had a completely unrelated doctor's appointment this morning, and since it's been two months of this, I brought it up, mentioning that I hadn't mentioned it at our last meeting a month ago because I was trying different things to see if it wasn't something stupid I was doing.

Well, he gave me a once over and we went back to talking about the main reason why I was there. After a few minutes I inquired about my back, and what if anything, did he feel. I think I half insulted him when I threw out a "even though it's not your specialty" but that was kind of a hint to him that I thought maybe I should be referred to a chiro. He reminded me in his gentle way that he studied anatomy at one of the best medical schools in Italy, so I apologized for possibly insulting him. He dismissed it, basically saying I didn't insult him but rather that it would be fairly easy for him to determine if something was really amiss. He then told me that my problems were basically because "you're overweight, stressed out a lot, and don't know how to properly exercise."

Well, thanks Doc. Your mama dresses you funny.

I mean, I already knew I was overweight. I've been overweight in some capacity since I was 21. I had actually gotten my heaviest about 3 months ago...but I had actually lost almost 10 pounds when the pain started. And I've also been stressed out for most of my adult life...

So why the hell did my back decide two months ago that enough was enough and that I'd wake up every morning tight as hell and barely able to move?

So he put me on to trying out yoga. Which I'll do, to humor him, however, a part of me is annoyed that he made the call himself...I mean, if this really is a symptom of a larger problem, while the yoga won't hurt me (I could stand to get core strengthened anyway), it could be an unnecessary delay...kind of like when I went to get diagnosed with sleep apnea. He was almost too thorough, sending me through a rash of different tests before I was recommended for a sleep study. I'm kinda afraid it'll be the same thing all over again.

But who knows, maybe after a few yoga sessions and it'll go away. We'll see. It'd be a real shame to lose my faith in the one doctor I've found faith in since my pediatrician.