After last week's migraine I decided that was enough and it was time to try another method of treatment, so I booked the chiropractor for Friday. I'd never been before and was a little nervous. Was I going to have to take my clothes off? I mean, it was happening at the same office as where I got massages for a little while, and she made strip down to my undies. The difference being that she was a she and I always had time to shower beforehand (you know, I wouldn't want to touch a smelly stranger), and the chiropractor's a guy and I'd have no time for a shower before hand.
When I asked one of my coworkers if I'd have to get naked, she told me that if he asked me to take of my clothes I should just leave. Thankfully, he was fine with me fully clothed. Not that I asked or anything, he didn't need to get any ideas. Not that he would have, he was a very nice man. With a pony tail. My mom finds him quite alluring. I think it's a generational thing.
Anyway, the chiropractor actually gave me a 15 to 20 minute anatomy lesson when I first showed up. He showed me pictures of the body's nervous system, muscle make-up, and a skeleton. In doing so he pretty much explained why I might be getting migraines. It was basically life changing. Not only did he explain a lot about the human body I've forgotten since high school Bio class, but he also taught me some things that relate practically to (potentially) why my brain hates me a couple times a month.
Um, thank you Mr Chiropractor, sir.
After that he tried to rip my head off and break my neck (at least that's what it sounded/felt like, but not in a painful way) before body slamming me multiple times.
Apparently I'm a sucker for abuse because I'm going back this Saturday. Who needs money when a short man with a pony tail wants to practice his WWE moves on me for $65 an hour? The answer is no one.
The only downside to Friday's adjustment was that Mr Chiropractor informed me that it might inflame my angry neck/nerve bits and actually give me a migraine. Well, he was right about that, because it hit me right before lunch today. Here's hoping that he's right about everything else and fixes me good. Or at least I don't forget my magic migraine medicine in my other purse again and have to suffer through it.
I was, ironically, contemplating coffee today and how maybe, just maybe, I'd go back on the caffeine if Mr Chiropractor solved my issues. I was contemplating it in the same way one contemplates getting eyeliner tattooed on. Hypothetically. (Unless you're the rather large, butch woman I used to work with a few years ago. In which case you just go for it because your girlfriend likes it and you can't be bothered to apply it the old fashioned way. To that I say, if you're willing to let needles poke around your eye balls, respect.) But then I got a migraine, and now I'm never even going to contemplate going back on the juice. It's a slippery slope and I am the definition of an addict. Without the crack habit.