Back to health

For the past few weeks I’ve been seeing a new doctor- a chiropractor actually, that my bestest friend referred me to. I haven’t said too much about it because I’ve been a little pessimistic about trying yet another specialist, about taking yet another tack in my journey to figure out what is wrong with me and how I can fix it. I’ve worried that this new doctor, these new tactics, might lead me to the same destination all of the others lead me too, a dead end.

It’s a little exciting- and I find myself not wanting to get my hopes up or ruin my chances by writing it down… But! I feel like I’m finally on the road to recovering the health and vitality I have lost this year. I am afraid to say it out loud, in case it might turn out not to be true… but it really does seem possible now that all of the terrible symptoms I have been having boil down to vitamin deficiencies and nerve compression. Two things none of the many specialists or doctors I’ve seen thusfar have tested me for, or even mentioned as possibilities. In just a few visits with my new chiropractor, I’ve already noticed an increase of circulation to my hands and feet. An increase in energy. In mobility. And maybe a little less pain.

Since I ran out of my pain meds yesterday and had to go a night without them, it’s a little hard for me to put that in perpective today. However, I have been knitting again. Which is something I’ve not been able to do for quite some time.

I have worried for a year that I might be dealing with a progressive or permanent illness, so to think that I can get better and stay better is almost too good to be true! Which is probably why my new doctor keeps telling me that I need to KNOW that my body is meant to heal itself, that I can get better. I know that. But maybe I’ve become cynical and pessimistic after so many months and so many thousands of dollars wasted. After misdiagnosis after misdiagnoses and prescription after prescription.

All I can do now is hope, believe, and do everything I’m told to do. And I am. I’ve been told it’s possible that I’ll feel like a brand new person in as little as three weeks. We’ll see! I find the fact that the last two times I saw my new chiropractor I felt immediately and remarkably better after the visits very compelling. Today I swear I walked into her office dragging my legs, and in just a half hour I practically bounced out her door.

I don’t feel good. At all. But I feel better. I’m ready to make any change necessary to live a healthy life. I’m committed to helping my children stay healthy. So perhaps this entire thing will all boil down to healthier lifestyles for all of us. If so, then all this pain and misery has been worth it.