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Dry needling: worse than tattoo needles, way worse.

This morning I had needles stuck into my back, and I was prodded and clicked and aligned. It was my first session at a chiropractor, and all in all I think I did pretty well. Going again on Monday, hopefully this time there won’t be needles involved – from what I gather, the next sessions are never as scary as the first one.

It’s a funny thing, I’m not a fan of doctors generally and in my family you tend to man up and wait for things to go away on their own. After moaning about this back for the past few weeks, and then this week finding it harder and harder to ignore the pain, I decided that it just wasn’t worth suffering any more, and made an appointment. Of course, waking up this morning after sleeping better, the pain was a bit less and my first thought was that I shouldn’t have made the appointment but when she explained what was wrong and told me that it would not have gone away totally on its own, I was glad.

It is a bit stiff now, apparently that will last a day or two. I have a lot of special stretches to do, and there will be no Long Street mayhem for me this weekend, but within a week or so it should be much better. Oh and as an added bonus, she did some stuff to my neck muscles that will get rid of the headaches I have suffered most of my adult life, always nice to get more than you bargain for!

While I am very glad to have actually done something, and relieved that I will soon be able to do normal things again (dying to get back to gym or go for a run!) I am feeling pretty drained and fragile after my ordeal and then a long day at work. Contrary to what my chiropractor assumes, dry needling is NOT easier than tattoos – and having your back and neck twisted and clicked may not be the worst torture out there, altogether it was a bit hectic.

Still, I am hugely in awe of that doctor and I would do it all again in a flash if it means getting rid of this darn pain! Just a pity I don’t have a man around anymore to rub my back and fuss over me. Although, one good thing about being single again is that you are forced to man up and stop being a baby – I will get my own wine dammit, and I will suck up the pain and be hardcore!

In totally unrelated but majorly awesome news, tomorrow is Friday.