little things mean a lot

So, yesterday, a friend intervened for me and got me an emergency visit with her chiropractor. I was going to be seeing him this coming Monday, but she didn't want me to wait that long (it had been over two weeks by this time). The chiropractor called and we talked for a little while on the phone, and then he went in to his office on his day off to help me before the pinched-nerve damage got any worse.

And today I woke up without pain for the first time in way too long. I didn't need to take the muscle relaxant to get a good night's sleep followed by a fuzzy morning. Amazing. It could've been the buckwheat pillow, the "traction" exercises I was advised to do, the ice and heat, or, as I believe, the gentle manipulations of the chiropractor in his empty office on the 12th floor of a downtown building--in tandem with the above.

More importantly--life lesson alert--it didn't really feel like much was happening while I was there. There were smallish tweaks and pushes, some micro-manipulations with something that felt like a pachinko ball on a lever, a few cycles of lying face-down and face-up, and a sending me back into the world in slightly less pain than I'd driven in with, but grateful, and hopeful, although also somewhat dubious.

I went to the store (I was craving bananas), then came home and took a two-hour nap, accompanied by ice and heat. Woke to worked on the diss for a little bit, begged off my evening commitment, watched a bit of telly (ask me how pool tables are made!), and hit the hay feeling a little better, but not cured. And yet, this morning, I am (cautiously) fine. I feel not much more stiff than I do on a regular morning, which seems like faint praise, but is saying a lot.

Little movements plus time, and great things get accomplished. It's worth commemorating.

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