June 12, 2013

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    Doctors are miracle workers in

    the truest sense of the word.

    xx

     

    I had my first physiotherapy

    session today at Global Doctors.

    Coming in after work I was a

    nervous wreck after having 

    found out yesterday that my

    spine isn’t aligned to how it

    is naturally supposed to be.

     

    After ruling out the possibility

    of quitting running and other

    exhertive physical activities,

    we decided on physiotherapy

    and to hope for the best in

    my older years. We’ll just take

    the incoming knee problems

    and back pains with stride, eh?

     

    Dr. Nick and I bonded over our

    chance love for Dave Matthews

    and Zainal Abidin during the

    hour-long session. Coming from

    South Africa, the man is a true

    blue Dave fan. At some point 

    in there he played a live DVD

    of Dave at Red Rocks, Arizona.

    This was amazing in itself as

    Red Rocks is the one concert

    I have always wanted to watch

    on DVD, but could never find.

     

    “Have you heard of the penny

    whistle?” He asked.

     

    “No, what’s that?”

     

    “Here, let me show you.”

    He walked over to his cabinet 

    and pulled out this pen-like flute.

     

    Then he switched to a Youtube video

    of Dave playing One Sweet World in

    acoustic, and started jamming the

    heck out to the song, right in the

    middle of his chiropractic office. 

     

    Those two minutes made my night.

    xx

     

    I struggled to keep up with our

    conversation throughout the rest

    of my session as he kept pressing

    on my spine several times – it would

    squeeze the breath out of me and I’d

    get a mild form of panic attack each

    time my bones cracked or snapped.

     

    In the midst of my review of Abang’s

    90s music playlist against his own,

    Dr. Nick pulled me upright and held

    out my left arm. “Do you sleep on 

    this arm a lot? It’s a little stiff.”  

     

    It was, in fact. I had never told

    anyone about this problem before. 

    I tried to describe how it always

    feels dislocated when I wake up,

    and the teeth-gritting way I 

    would usually snap or wind it

    back into place. He tutted.

     

    “Yoh! That’s bad. Stop doing that.”

     

    (Oh believe me, I will.)

     

    He patiently taught me a better

    way of fixing my arm in the

    mornings – definitely less painful.

    It was also really comforting to

    hear that this is common among

    some people. “Our bones have

    a funny way of protesting our

    postures sometimes. Just try

    and change your sleeping 

    positions a little bit and 

    give that arm a break.”

     

    (A ‘break’? Really now? whatevah

    Medical humour, you slay me)

     

    I felt much better upon leaving.

    Almost decompressed, somehow.

    Like my spine feels elongated.

     

    I realised that our body is taken

    for granted for a good part of 

    our lives. We physically exhert

    ourselves, knowing our bones

    can hold out, but don’t really

    understand the kind of care

    they need to continuously

    serve our physical demands.

     

    Thank you God, for miracle workers.

    xx

     

    “You’ll get your backbone back

    in no time, miss!” Dr. Nick said

    cheerily as he waved me off.

     

    ‘In more ways than one,’ 

    I thought wryly, waving back.

     

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