I've had it.
Against all reason, I am desperate enough to go to a chiropractor to try to relieve my almost-constant pain from a work-related injury 7 years ago.
I had initial physical therapy, muscle relaxants, and pain medication. But years later (and years older), here I am.
My quality of life is severely limited. The croc might has well have his jaws clamped neatly into my neck and shoulder areas permanently.
Ow, ow, ow.
It's time for me to take the first steps. I hope they lead to a pain-free existence. It's either that, or I'll be permanently paralyzed from the neck down.
That is my bottom-line fear. That is what lurks in my soul. This is possible, right? Google a picture called "Hitman Monkey continues to lead a joyless existence."
Find it?
I'm the dog.
My next posts will chronicle my visits to the chiropractor and I will be totally honest as a service to all of you (like me) think that chiropractor stuff is just flat-out freaky and scary.
As for me and my body, pass the muscle relaxants and chocolate and let this challenge pass....
