Boy G's appointment with the chiropractor went quite well for the first visit! Of course, he knew that Dr. Ken was adorable and charming, but she also found him to be compasionate, smart, and very intuitive- all great traits for a caregiver!
He is the first caregiver of any type who was willing to accept, nay, EMBRACE, the fact that the back pain is caused by the foot pain! He totally understood the dancing doll analogy! And then, he asked the question that cinched Boy G's respect for him: "Did you wear corrective shoes as a child?!"
Oh, God, yes, I wore corrective shoes, and oh God, how I hated them!!! "What kind did you have to wear?" Tap shoes! And I hated them!In the 60's, all grammar schools had linoleum floors.
I sounded like the fuckin' Rockettes when I walked down the hall! "Why did you have to wear them?" Because my feet would roll inward and wear out the sole and heel of my shoes. "When did you stop wearing them?" In the 7th grade, when I told my mother I would not go to junior high in those damn shoes! I swear, I would have killed myself first! I finally won the battle! "And that's when you ruined your feet!"
They are like ground meat now.. he could see that when he had me take my shoes off. They offer no support to my back at all, and throw my knees and hips completely out of alignment, causing me to use muscles for walking and standing that weren't designed for walking and standing. It all makes perfect sense!
All of this has led to swelling, inflamation, arthritis, and scar tissue. None of this is a surprise, either! So, step one is to get rid of as much of that as possible, so we can see how much damage is done!
Today, I got to lay on a traction table, which was kind of like a wonderful upside-down massage. After abut 10 minutes of that, I got another 10 minutes or so of electrical stimulation, or, as Miss Ginger calls it, "back fireworks". Then, the kind Doctor came in and examined and manipulated my back, which was not unlike a massage, but more purposeful. 
He gave me some advice for reworking my office spaces, explaining that normal computer keyboards are designed for tiny Asian people (not his exact words!) and because I am so broad-shouldered and muscled (swoon, Boy G's heart!) I need a split keyboard that comes in 2 sections so my hands can be the same distance apart as my shoulders. Again, makes perfect sense!Boy G goes back Friday. Now, Miss G is trying to figure out how SHE can get to meet the FABULOUS Dr. Lester!
