When I plan things to do in life, invariably, my spine health is there to interrupt. I wouldn’t quite blame my physicality on my physicality, which sounds a bit like a riddle, but, what I mean is that when my body is broken, I want it to be fixed, but it’s not as easy as applying a bandage or doing the right stretches. Much of it comes from a slow, steady progression of gentle working.
I had my two-week, six-appointment review at the chiropractor today, and as will happen invariably for chronic pain patients if you tell a doctor that you’re feeling less pain and increased mobility, they might accidentally forget the third part – “going too far will cause my body to snap back, like a rubber band” – and after I was done, my pain had increased, my mobility decreased, and my overall physicality snapped back some units of progress.
Among all the medication I’ve taken, Methocarbamol/Robaxin, as prescribed by my third pain doctor the day I reported him to my insurance company for forcefully trying to manipulate me into taking an antidepressant, was by far the least effective. He had previously told me during that manipulative meeting I have transcribed on Zdiscord that there is no “quaternary agent” besides antidepressants, antiarrhythmics, and nerve relaxers. What a fucking liar. What a fucking joke these were.
I’ve been to three chiropractic appointments out of the twenty that my insurance will cover per year, and, this route has made a substantial improvement on my health! Many of the muscles around my spine had become so tight that they were causing massive amounts of pain in my tailbone and sides. It was surprising it took from August 2020 to December 2020 to get to physical therapy, let alone chiropractcy in late April 2021, but, I’m here.
2:31pm I’m getting my second COVID shot, and although it’s less important for me to document this experience than the first one, for the sake of thoroughness, this second essay will cover my vaccination experience. It is a warm Spring day as I sit in my car. I’m nearly parked in the same stall. The one I was in before is now occupied by a minivan with a broken window, covered by plastic and tape.
My health has improved after two chiropractic appointments this week. I’ve seen two chiropractors over the years and it’s not like I could exactingly spot the differences, but I can say that my second chiropractor is significantly better for one reason: the finer details. The first chiropractor, years ago, focused on cracking and popping. This second chiropractor is more concerned with moving the muscles around and I only heard one crack and a few pops.
I had my first chiropractic appointment yesterday after months of following other routes, and, I feel confident about this. So confident, in fact, that I’d rather not deal with the third pain management doctor much again, outside of a meeting I’ll have with him tomorrow before my second chiropractic appointment. I felt much better after having my muscles moved around than I did with the injections or any of the pain management medications prescribed yet.
How overlap is there between “The Story” and my life as its eventual writer? The sort of existentialist thought experiments of wondering whether the main or side characters wouldn’t have happened were it not for X don’t particularly interesting me. We’re on this path, not another, so there’s no point in dwelling about the comparisons. That said, whenever I’m out and about, I carry “The Story” with me, thinking about it before writing it properly.
Spoilers?: Minor [differences/similarities in connections]
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Nostalgia, or homecoming-pain, doesn’t do much for me anymore. An object should serve a utility, have an aesthetic you like, or as I wrote about years ago have a nice memory attached to it. I used the word nostalgia instead… I’m not sure I believe in that so much anymore. An object like this mug with the pink note on it didn’t start with a positive memory, but I’ve ground that nightmare thought off it.
My experience with Mexiletine as a medication used to treat my spine pain is succinctly summarized as almost completely useless. Its usefulness is that it acts like other medications I’ve taken before in that it calms my body’s blood pressure, but that doesn’t mean it reduces the pain much at all. This third pain doctor is trying to use this medication as a stand-in for antidepressants, but I think any antidepressants could be the same.