I had an appointment with a chiropractor on Wednesday morning. I had never been to one before, but the back pain and problems with my ankle insisted that I do something “radical”, so to speak.
I took a day off work to go. The good news is that my insurance will cover it in a co-pay kind of way. Except for the initial visit, which was $95. Or maybe I should say ONLY $95. Yes, that makes me feel better. Moving forward, it will be either $40 or $45 a visit, and I believe I’m limited to a certain number a year. I need to find out about that…
The chiropractor came highly recommended by some of my friends. The practice caters to those who are active in sports of one kind or another. They helped one of my friends go from miserable, debilitating pain to running again. So, I decided to give them a try. I figured if nothing else, my bad, crooked, hurting body would bring amusement to them.
Everyone at this place was very nice. At no time did I feel uncomfortable or rushed. At one point, the main doctor came in, introduced himself and asked “Are you Karen’s friend?” I said yes, and he said he wanted to meet me and introduce me to the doctor I would be seeing.
Wow. Really? Impressed for the first time.
When the doctor and I met, we talked, we listened to each other, asked many questions back and forth. I recalled things I hadn’t thought of in years, going back to childhood, that basically showed I have had problems with my ankles and knees since way back. He was alarmed at those issues not being handled well back then.
My ankles and my knees pronate. badly. I walked pigeon toed until I was 14, when an orthopedist told me to focus on walking with my toes pointed out. He said that would help my knee problems. He also pulled me from PE class for the next three years. The treatment? My parents would snap at me if they saw me walking pigeon toed.
My entire life, I’ve been encouraged to stop when something was uncomfortable or painful. By my parents. My doctors. My friends. Wrong answer. Who knew?
He did a number of things to my legs, arms, back, and neck. I heard a few pops that made me jump up and gasp. It’s amazing those noises can come from your body without a bone breaking! Most amazing is that he worked the daylights out of my ankles. Both of them. After an initial squeal, he worked and worked, and I kid you not, my ankle is not sore right now.
Moving forward, he would like to focus on getting my problem areas (ankle, knee, lower back, neck) strong so I can support my skeletal structure. How? Through exercise, treatments, food, and water.
Food and water? Hmmm…
He asked how I eat. I told him I am “mostly” plant-based. My body does best on a plant-based diet, and that the emotional eating has been an issue for me as I’ve been trying to manage through the pain off and on since September. He got a big smile on his face and said, “That’s wonderful! Let’s work on that.” He said he fully supports and believes in a plant-based diet.
What? Impressed for the second time.
For the heck of it, I agreed to a chat with their in-house nutritionist. I had overheard her speaking when I got there, telling someone she was an RN for 20+ years before getting her masters in Nutrition and changing her areas of practice. I had low expectations. It turns out she grew tired of working in an industry that treats symptoms with meds that often only mask what is really going on, and not addressing the whole issue.
DING DING DING DING! Impressed for the third time. She had my attention.
She is a believer in a plant-based lifestyle and food as medicine. She asked what my blood type was. I told her O-, and she looked surprised. This lead to a discussion about the Eat Right for Your Blood Type movement and how it works for some and not others. Fascinating. (You know I’ll be googling THAT this week for the heck of it.)
She figured out really quick that I can name my trigger foods, I’ve experimented enough to know how my body responds to many foods, and that I’ve applied those learnings to managing my migraines and monthly cycle issues. I told her that I was afraid to speak to her because so many nutritionists do not want to discuss plant-based. She said she is there to help the doctors heal the whole body, and that she does not push anyone into anything they don’t want to do or try.
I set up a couple follow-up appointments and went to my car, where I sat for a few minutes trying not to cry. I almost felt like I finally found a comfortable, warm, homey kind of place. That’s not to take away from my primary care doc. I adore him, and he is quite patient with me and my non-traditional ways. But he is a doctor, and he’s managed by insurance companies and drug companies and he’s lucky to spend 7 minutes with a patient.
On Wednesday? We talked for a good 45 minutes. What? Yes. All together I was with him nearly an hour and a half. Most of that time was spent talking and listening. Wow.
Best of all, the doctor said he wants to help me get to Disney in February. I feel as if I’ve won the lottery, but instead of winning money, I’ve won something much better. My health, or at least a few more people to help guide me get to a healthy me.
Of course, I could use the money. Money is super tight right now, so I’ve got some things to figure out. Yes, a little lottery money might be nice…