That was one sad story. I go to a chiropractor. I wonder if he's that way?
Say what you want about chiropractors, but since I've been going I have much less back pain. All the regular dr.'s did for me was pat me on the head, give me muscle relaxers and Vicodin then send me home. Not that I mind the Vicodin, but to just ignore my complaints for 11 years before I could get an x-ray out of them is ridiculous. I feel like going back to every one of those quacks with the x-ray saying "See you bastards. It's a compressed disk, not muscular!" Fuckers.
Say what you want about chiropractors, but since I've been going I have much less back pain. All the regular dr.'s did for me was pat me on the head, give me muscle relaxers and Vicodin then send me home. Not that I mind the Vicodin, but to just ignore my complaints for 11 years before I could get an x-ray out of them is ridiculous. I feel like going back to every one of those quacks with the x-ray saying "See you bastards. It's a compressed disk, not muscular!" Fuckers.
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