I've been seeing a chiropractor here in Sweden. One of the nice things about the chiropractor here in Sweden is that she isn't trying to stretch out the treatments to milk the insurance money; she fixes all of the joints that need adjusting, she shows me stretches to do to make the treatments more effective, and after adjusting my back she massages the trigger points that are causing some of the problems.
As is my general habit, I tend to run about 5 minutes late. Then last week I missed an appointment. It was the first night that King Gustav starting waking me up at night to pet him, and I was so tired that I slept through my alarm clock and missed my appointment. I called a couple days later and rescheduled the appointment, and thought everything was cool. Apparently it wasn't.
During that make-up appointment, instead of doing the trigger-point massage, the chiropractor did a different type of massage. She said, "I'm going to do a [Swedish word] massage instead today," and started in on my back. I don't know what Swedish word she said, but I'm pretty sure a rough translation is "painful punishment for doing something inappropriate." It basically consisted of yanking, twisting, and pinching the skin on my back. It was terrifically painful, and my back was sore for the next 3 days. When I went back this week: "How did your back feel?" "Sore." "Yeah, I bet." It was effective though; I was 5 minutes early to this appointment and definitely won't miss any more.
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