This week I did something that I haven’t done in years. It felt so good, I couldn’t help but moan as my toes curled and my whole body sighed with relief… that’s right, I saw a chiropractor.
I started seeing a chiropractor when I was 17 for a variety of reasons. Between playing golf every day for hours, to toting around double D-cups, I had various ailments stretching from my head to my toes that ultimately resulted in chronic pain.
I remember getting a lot of flack for it back then; unbeknownst to me at the time, apparently chiropractors are widely regarded as quacks by the medical community.
Even my general practitioner seemed to mentally role her eyes when I told her I was seeing what she equated to a shaman.
But, truth time, I’ll be damned if that one-year span wasn’t the best I’ve felt in my life.
I was sleeping better, I wasn’t getting headaches the way that I used to and I didn’t try and crack my neck every three seconds to find some modicum of relief.
Now you might be wondering why I stopped going, and the answer is simple: the almighty dollar. My insurance only covered a certain number of appointments per calendar year and once that was up the price of feeling good was just too high.
Admittedly I could have gone back, but being away at school and living on a fixed budget deterred me. But I’m a grown-up now, and I’m not afraid of filling out medical paperwork anymore.
The moral of this story is that, in my personal experience, a good chiropractor can quite literally change your life.
If the only reason you’ve been holding off on trying it is a stupid stigma, hop on Google, find someone nearby with good ratings, that accepts your insurance, and go crazy. You’ll thank me later.
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