I don’t really consider myself a klutz, but perhaps it’s that kind of thinking that tempts fate. Two weeks ago, just as I was about to leave the house for an event, I found myself slipping on the bathroom floor and landing rather nastily on my lower back. Luckily, as every person who has heard about the incident tells me, I did not hit my head on the doorknob.
At that time, however, I could not be grateful for small mercies because I was already in agonizing pain. I couldn’t move at all so I simply screamed for help. Our helper, Ate Josie, had to drag me to the nearest soft surface where I continued to endure sharp spikes of pain shooting up my back.
Lesson learned? Yes, definitely.
The story does not end unfortunately there. Every time I bend (which basically means every time I sit and stand), I feel pain. Getting on and off jeepneys is the worst. My lower back would feel so tightly-strung that I feel like one false move would send each one snapping in half. Nothing is fractured, says Mang Rod, our chiropractor. However, my bones have become, for lack of a better term, displaced.
Tomorrow, I’m seeing him for our third session. Hopefully, that will be the end of it because, well, sometimes going to the chiropractor is no less painful than slipping on the floor. Despite this, no one should forego treatment.
Of course, slipping on the floor is not as serious as, say, cancer, but if you have slipped on the floor and have done so spectacularly, then you should at least go have yourself checked. Why? Here are five reasons.
I don’t really consider myself a klutz, but perhaps it’s that kind of thinking that tempts fate. A few weeks ago, just as I was about to leave the house for an event, I found myself lying flat on my back on our bathroom floor. It all happened so fast; I don’t think the whole thing even took more than five seconds. All it took was one bare foot plus a very, very wet bathroom floor and swoosh! Luckily, as every person who hears about the incident tells me, I did not hit my head on the door though my lower back certainly can’t appreciate that sentiment.
I was, I remember, in agonizing pain. I couldn’t move at all so I simply screamed for help. Our helper, Ate Josie, had had to drag me to the bed where I continued to feel the sharp spikes of pain shooting up my spine. Lesson learned? Yes, definitely.
The story does not end there unfortunately. I am still in pain. Every time I bend (which basically means every time I sit and stand), I feel pain. Getting on and off jeepneys is the worst. Aside from the pain that accompanies getting on and off them, there is this feeling of dread, like my bones are about to snap any second. Nothing is fractured, says Mang Rod, our chiropractor, but my bones, among other things, have become, for lack of a better term, displaced. Tomorrow, I’m seeing him for our third session. Hopefully, that will be the end of it because, well, sometimes going to the chiropractor is no less painful than slipping on the floor. Despite this, however, no one should forego treatment. I once read or perhaps saw a news bit where a doctor was asked whether cancer patients should still go through chemotherapy when it is worse than the disease, and the doctor answered that if there is even a small chance that the patient could be cured, he or she should go for it. Of course, slipping on the floor is not as serious as having cancer, but if you have and have done so spectacularly, then you should at least go have yourself checked. Why? Here are five reasons.
