So, I’ve told you all — more often than you wanted to hear, I’m willing to bet — about my chronic back issues, right?
I’ve taken a couple of steps to help myself along, just so you know. I don’t just sit around complaining.
Last week — Monday, to be precise — I went to see a “chiropractor” for my back pain.
He didn’t have an X-Ray machine in his office, however, so along with the money he charged for sitting around talking to me and making me stand barefoot on a glorified flatbed scanner to show me my arches are collapsing under my bulk (*gasp!* really?! no kidding?!), he wanted to “send me” to a place where I could get X-Rays taken and come back to his office while he sat about figuring out how many times he could ding my insurance before it was exhausted.
Seriously. That was my “chiropractor” appointment.
I did, however, learn a couple of things from him, whether he meant to tell me those things or not.
For one, it’s likely most greatly impacted by my weight. The key to easing this horrible pain is dropping weight. Oh, fantastic, another dark mystery of the universe solved.
Second, it’s likely a displaced disc/vertebra/joint in my lower back, which is something a couple of medical doctors have told me over the years. I can’t even remember when I first learned I had it, but I was told at that time — and later in other times when it came up — that this is an extremely common slippage for teenage boys. So I didn’t worry about it. (Still don’t.)
But the “chiropractor” — one of only two in my town on my provider’s list of chiropractors — doesn’t have an X-Ray machine, so he can’t do anything else until I pay for and bring him a set of X-Rays. (In his defense, he was willing to use X-Rays from any source within the last year. I haven’t had any spinal X-Rays taken in something like 10 years, though, and I don’t remember who or where those were taken.)
So, I’m out however much from my HSA account for the “appointment” and all I have to show for it is a bill. My beloved doesn’t want me to see any more “chiropractors” unless they have an in-office X-Ray machine. I don’t know that I’ll find one, but hey, there’s a bar set now, right?
Well, with that disaster under my belt, we bit the bullet last night and went computer chair shopping. My computer chair, if you followed my other, brief-lived blog on darcknyt.com, sucks rotten donkey balls, not to put too fine a point on it. I need a new one. I’ve needed a new one for about — oh, I don’t know — ten years, say? So last night I finally got the chance to pick one. Of course, they didn’t have it in stock. It has to be shipped to me, and I won’t have it until Tuesday. Huzzah.
If it offers me the relief I hope it will, I’m going to ask my boss if I can order one at work. He’s pretty generous but even if he doesn’t approve the request, I can order it myself and pay for it personally. It’s just something I’ll have to bring home when/if I ever leave the company. I don’t anticipate that being a problem though.
So, keep your fingers crossed, and say a prayer if you’re the praying type. I’m cautiously optimistic this will help (the lumbar support felt really nice and the pain relief I got sitting in the chair was immediate and fairly profound).
I got a new keyboard too. I’m a filthy addict! FILTHY! I’m so ashamed…
God bless, y’all.