It was odd.
Trying to recover from this auto accident that occurred more than 30 days ago. I went to the regular doctor first, who prescribed me lots of medication. I’m not a pill popper and pretty much revolted at their suggestion that I medicate to heal.
Subsequently I went to a chiropractor for treatment.
Prior to my first chiropractic visit after the accident I had never done that either. Didn’t consider myself a believer in the chiropractor. I think this stemmed from years of working as a personal injury and workers’ compensation paralegal. Jaded is what I was.
It’s amazing how pain will make you rethink a few things.
I went to the chiropractor and was prescribed a 5 week treatment plan.
- Week 1: 2 Massages
- Week 2: 2 Massages ~ 3 Chiropractic Treatments
- Week 3: 2 Massages ~ 3 Chiropractic Treatments
- Week 4: 2 Massages ~ 2 Chiropractic Treatments
- Week 5: 2 Massages ~ 2 Chiropractic Treatments
Currently I’m in week 4 and I’ve become a believer. I have felt better from this combination massage/chiropractic treatment and I’m grateful but I still have pain that just won’t leave me. (And yeah, it goes without saying, I’m impatient).
My immediate boss, a woman I admire and respect a great deal, is a firm believer in acupuncture and she gently persuaded me to give it a try. After four weeks I gave in (okay, I gave in when she said she would stop talking to me about it if I went at least once).
The acupuncture studio (is that what it’s called?) had nice peaceful colors throughout. As nervous as I was I actually did feel almost immediately at ease stepping into the clinic. The staff was nice and friendly too. “Come in, sit down, let us charge your insurance company a bazillion dollars for this holistic approach to curing whatever ails you!”
I followed the acupuncturist into the treatment room which looked like a spa room really, calm colors, low music (of an Enya type), candles, the whole 9 yards. I thought this was odd because the idea of having needles poked into my skin was not a relaxing idea – not like, say massage, so I didn’t understand why they were trying to make me believe it was by creating this spa like setting. But whatever, I had other serious issues with the experience thus far.
The woman, the acupuncturist, looked eerily like “B”. That sounds rude and I don’t mean it to be, because she was a nice woman, but it was very distracting talking to her. Her face shape, skin color, eyes, expressions, the way she moved her head while talking and listening were so similar to “B” that I didn’t like looking at her. I saw this as a problem. It’s so rude to talk to someone without looking at them, but it bothered me so much I found ways to do it.
Luckily we didn’t talk too long before she had me up on the table. She proceeded to stick a total of 10 needles into me. Two in each arm (around my hand), two in each leg and one in each foot. The act of sticking the needles in to my skin was not as awful as I suspected, since they aren’t needles like I imagined, but one that she put into my arm hurt after it was in there and burned as she turned it (or did whatever she did because my eyes were closed – I didn’t want to look at her, and I certainly didn’t want to look at needles sticking out of my body). She ended up moving the location of the needle that hurt. It reduced the pain (caused by the needle being in my arm), dramatically but not all together.
After the needles were in she left me for 30 minutes to “cook” – thank God I had gone to the bathroom.
I laid there and tried to relax. Actually I tried to go to sleep thinking it would be a good use of my time. I’m not sure whether I went to sleep or not, but I did relax because I got cold. She had told me the room was cold and asked me if I wanted heat on and a blanket. I said no, at the time because I was burning up. She told me that was because I was nervous, that if I was relaxed I would likely feel the cold of the room. Sure enough, about 15 minutes into lying there, I got cold. Success! I had relaxed.
She checked on me at the 20 minute mark and turned the heat on and gave me a blanket. The last 10 minutes were even more restful, I think.
When it was over I did not feel any immediate difference in my pain symptoms (headache, shoulders, neck, back) but she informed me it would be a gradual improvement over the next couple days. And, of course, I’d need to come back for at least two more visits the following week to really experience improvement. Damn. I was kind of hoping this was a one shot deal.
So I made two appointments for this week and went about the rest of my day. That night I could swear I had minor bruises under my skin from the needles, but that might just be in my head. I would totally believe it was the case if I knew exactly where she put the needles. Since I didn’t look at the needles in my body (because I didn’t think that was a visual I needed) I could very likely be imagining the bruising I thought I felt.
It was odd.
The whole experience was odd.
I’ve already canceled one of my two appointments for this week due to a hectic schedule. I will, however, reschedule, keep my two appointments and stay hopeful.
I know one thing for sure, however. . . I prefer massage.