Thu May 06, 2004
My Toes are Back! [Whining and Complaining]
I have a smashing headache, but it's only to be expected. I went to a chiropracter today. I had been meaning to go for quite some time, even back when I had health insurance. When I had health insurance I was too afraid to use the phone at work to make a 5 min phone call, so I never did it.
I've had chiropractic treatment before. In fact, I think I'd be mighty crippled up by now if I hadn't had it, off and on, since I was 20. I know that when I am getting adjustments everything about my overall health improves. So it's like an investment in wellness.
Oh, who am I kidding....
the guy had an ad in the paper offering an exam for $17, and last night was one of those nights.... I don't mean to complain, but the truth is, sometimes my back and my legs spasm so badly when I'm trying to sleep that I almost scream. Sometimes I do cry, but, so far, my better self has prevented me from just crying out "I can't stand this anymore!" and upsetting The Hub, the dog, Vio-kitty, the neighbors and the fish. But last night was one of those nights. So when I saw that ad in the paper today I was all over that like stink on a monkey.
Anyway, he could see that I was in awefully bad shape. He asked me to walk in a straight line, toe to heel the way I have seen police officers ask motorists who are suspected of drunk driving to do. I was, of course, stone sober.
"I can't do that. My balance is shot" I told the man.
"Try it anyway. I want to see what happens."
So I tried it. I walked two steps, listed to the right, and fell over. "Wow. That's some pretty bad ataxia" he said, which I presume is chiropractor-speak for lousey balance. "But, we can fix that."
Sigh. I didn't roll my eyes. I just gave him a patiant smile. Two things doctors / chiropracters think they are going to "fix" are my insomnia and my balance. They aren't fixed yet, though, I beleive they can be improved. And what the hell. Dr. BackCracker here is onto the balance problem as something that needs to be fixed which is a lot different from the "oh, well, as long as it's not a brain tumor" attitude of most medical doctors.
He gave me an adjustment as well as the exam ( the conclusion of which, I think, was "wow, your back is a heck of a mess for somebody your age") He adjusted everything, including my wrists and my ankles. I know that after awhile I am going to feel better....but today, and tomorrow I am going to feel worse. All that stuff that was in the wrong place just got yanked into the right place and you can't help but have some negative experience from all of that going on. And besides, when I left I could feel my toes in my left foot. "Hey! My toes!" I said, happily, to the recptionist, who is used to people saying such inane things. It's been a long time since I could feel them....so long I forgot I don't, exactly, feel them most of the time. Of course, now they hurt, but it's a good kind of pain, because at least I know they're there. If you've never had chronic pain, this sounds like the most insane thing in the world to you - but, if you ever have, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
While I was in the office, I talked with a woman who had just, earlier this week, been diagnosed with MS. She had symptoms for years, and finally turned to the chiropractor for some help, which she did get. In fact, Dr. BackCracker helped improve her balance, which he said, "was almost as bad as yours"! She's been going to him for a few months, and finally had some improvement. But the thing is, she was thrilled to hear that she had MS. She had been going for so long with no diagnosis, a sort of "there there, it's all in your head, dear" kind of attitude from her doctors. Dr. BackCracker encouraged her not to give up, to keep hounding the medical doctors for help, because, no doubt, he knew on some level what was wrong, and she finally went to see some guru specialist at University of MD. But, honest to goodness, can you imagine going around for years with MS and nobody being able to figure that out?!
Uuugh! I hate doctors! I really do!
I understand the chronic pain thing. For another misdiagnosis, or a no diagnosis story CLICK HERE. It's my personal story.
Posted by: Will Burnham at May 6, 2004 11:05 AMYou must have HTML disabled for comments. So to read my story you'll have to copy and paste this...
Posted by: Will Burnham at May 6, 2004 11:06 AMhttp://willburnham.gerenm.net/archives/000277.php
I totally know what you mean. Doctors can be complete fools, not to mention @$$holes.
I once could barely breathe for about 8 months. In that time I was in and out of exam periods, moved into a new house, went on vacation...so I was in a variety of different environments and situations, and nothing changed. I had to struggle to breathe. I'm sure you know what that's like.
I had asthma tests, which were inconclusive, chest xrays, blood tests and an allergy test. All that came out of that was that I had proof that I had a grass allergy, which I already knew.
I would start to cry sometimes because of the frustration of it all...trying to study for an important exam and hardly being able to breathe, etc., which is always fun for a claustrophobe.
One day I went back to the doctor and asked what else could we do to find out what was happening with me. I was going to a walk-in clinic at the time (THEY ARE FULL OF LIES). This particular doctor told me I had an anxiety disorder and it was probably quite severe and had already started writing up anti-anxiety and anti-depression medication prescriptions when I started to laugh, cry, and yell at him at the same time.
Which hardly did much to convince him that I wasn't anxious and depressed.
I do NOT have an anxiety disorder. I just KNEW that. I left that office in tears, the doctor just sighed and condescendingly asked me if I needed "a moment to collect myself".
A few weeks later, due to a new article of clothing I bought and reacted to, I found out that I am significantly allergic to polyurethane. That is a main ingredient in many plastics, and sometimes used in ventilation systems. Hence...the difficulty breathing.
I found a great new doctor who tested me for further allergies, and if I see that other doctor again, I'm planning on telling him exactly how terrible of a doctor he is.
Posted by: Devilcat at May 6, 2004 2:28 PMI hear you on the chronic pain and the namelessness of it:
I was only just diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis about 2 months ago. I had gone to the doctor FOUR YEARS PREVIOUSLY asking why my hands hurt, and didn't get an answer until March.
My favorite solutions and responses include:
"You have tennis elbow."
"I've never played tennis in my life."
"Well, how about squash?"
"You have a pinched nerve. Have you fallen on this arm repeatedly?"
"No, I have not fallen on my arm repeatedly."
"Are you SURE?"
(Like what, I would have forgotten? "OOps, fell down the stairs again, but it slipped my mind."
"Are you imagining this?"
(Yes. I crave attention from the geriatrics in the arthritis aisle at Super Drug Mart.)
"You're going to have to stop typing and writing. Just rest your hands."
(This from the doctor at the UNIVERSITY. "Ok. I'm just here to listen, really. Tests don't matter, I can send the answers to the prof using my psychic powers.")
And then, finally, when my condition was identified, all the rheumatologist said was "Well, that sucks. Good luck with that. Let me know if you want some painkillers."
Oh, but the best part: The seven month delay where I kept waiting for confirmation on my appointment with the rheumatologist only to find that my GP had FORGOTTEN TO MAKE THE REFERRAL, and in fact, the rheumatologist had no idea I even existed.
Cripes.
Anyways Tea I feel your pain. Pardon the pun.
Posted by: MissKitty at May 6, 2004 4:28 PM