My first visit to the chiropractor was a typical first visit, I imagine. I described the symptoms I’d been experiencing and thought that she would immediately tell me what the issue was and how she could fix it. She didn’t. She listened, she examined, took x-rays, etc. I don’t even remember if I had an adjustment on my first visit. I was disappointed when I left–if she didn’t know what was wrong–would she be able to fix it?
I have to back up a little bit and explain that my mom had started having some serious health issues when she was in her early 50’s. She was diagnosed with polymyalgia. She, too, had these random issues with pain. She also had extreme exhaustion and anemia. She started getting blood transfusions on a regular basis. Sometimes as often as every couple of weeks.
I think when I picked my mom up and drove hours to bring her back, I started to wonder if I was headed down the same path she had been on for years. The thoughts were there, but I don’t think I actually worried about it. I don’t know if that means I was resigned to it, or if it just really did not sink in. I do know that at this point, I was not even aware of how exhausted I was.
It seemed like the chiropractor care was working. I had several visits, and I went a few weeks without pain issues. In fact, I never had the back issues again. I remember after going to the chiropractor for a month or so that the shoulder pain came back. It was discouraging to say the least. I tried to box my doctor in on what the problem was, but she still didn’t offer any easy answers. The fact was that I was in bad shape and it was not going to be solved over night. And she was not going to make me think that it was.