I now "have a chiropractor". Yay.
I've been having back troubles for the last coupla weeks . . . not debilitating, just really annoying. But they wouldn't go away. And then on Sunday last, I did two things that apparently aggravated the situation: First, I did a bunch of dishwashing in the morning, stellar husband that I am. Don't know about you, but for me, leaning over a low sink and scrubbing charred remains off a broiler pan has always been a recipe for a backache.
Second thing I did was go for a ride. Probably not the smartest thing, I'll admit. But it was pretty much going fine, I thought. Until I leaned over and picked up the bike and the righteous load, after taking this picture. My back seized up and exploded in pain. Fast forward to Monday morning and I could barely function.
I quickly polled a group of friends, family and co-workers that I knew had dealt with back problems about chiropractor vs MD, and referrals, and a hundred other questions, and ended up making an appointment with a guy I think is gonna be good. Saw him this afternoon. He says he can fix me up pretty quick and that we're not talking about surgery or anything. Sweet music to my ears. He wrote up this layman's report for me: