Ouch

So my newest friend of the summer is Dr. Hogue (hope I spelled that right). He's my chiropracter, aka: the new guy I pay to cause me pain. I get headaches and lower back pains quite often. I've always attributed them to ungodly amounts of stress and the loads of exercise I've been doing lately. He asked me how many I would generally get. I told him 2 or 3 a week during the school year and like one every other week at home. He kind of laughed and asked me how many I thought the average person got. I said maybe like 3 a month. He just smiled and said, "Try 3 or 4...a year." "Huh," I said, "I definitly have a problem." He just smiled and said, "yes you do and we're going to fix that." Oh joy.

My mom first took me in just to see what was wrong, not really having intentions of making me his newest client. He took x-rays which I just got to see today. Apparently I have a very flat back with minimal curve. That puts a lot of presure on one side of my body so I lean to one side which throws my back muscles into a frenzy. My headaches can also be attributed to my neck. It doesn't come up straight like it should. It sort of bends forward which throws the neck and upper back out of proportion. So mainly, my spine is a mess. (though Im lucky enough I can still walk and do everything else) He said it's ok because I'm young and caught it early enough before it did serious damage.

So now is when the real fun begins. They start out by putting 2 weird patches on my lower back which has like electrical pulses that are supposed to stimulate the muscles and help them relax. I had it on a low setting and it still felt like I had needles being shoved into my back over and over for a little less than 20 minutes. Not fun, definitly not fun. He then takes me in and proceedes to try and break my neck. He really is very gentle, very nice, and very accomplished. So I don't think I would be as comfortable anywhere else but damn, it hurts. He cracked my neck so hard that it got every single vertebra in my neck to the base of my skull. I swear I could have cried and I NEVER cry. I just kind of groaned and said, wow that really hurt. He did some work on my back but thats piddly, I do that on my own. My mom gets on my because I can crack every joint in my body. Grosses her out, makes me feel better. The only thing with my neck is that I can do the lower part but I can't crack the top portion. I tease mom and say I should drop the arabic and become a chiropracter. I like looking at x-rays, can read them fairly well, know how to crack just about anything (granted on myself so I'd have to learn the proper techniques for doing it on other people) and I like making money which chiros certainly have plenty of. However, that means one year of slaving over a rediculous language is lost AND I would have to pay for med school and everything else. So I stick with what I have and claim to be an excellent chiropracter...on myself.