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This time I tried Cranial Sacral therapy. This is very light therapy - you don't feel like anything is being done. On my initial consultation, I was advised that the therapist had seen less injury on a back of someone in a wheel chair! My jaw was put back into place and a lot of time was spent trying to stop the headaches. My headaches came from the axis from where the head joins the spine - this is called the Atlas joint. It hurt so much when you pressed it there was no way that I was letting anyone press it to try and clear it (or whatever needed doing). My back improved slightly but I still felt that this wasn't going to fix it.
By this time I had had it. I felt that every person we went to, would say don't worry we can fix it! Give me exercises that my back couldn't cope with and take as much money off my dad as possible. I decided that I had to just get used to it; if that meant having such a bad headache every Saturday that I couldn't go out then that was how I was going to live.
This was of course making me really miserable, I went to the doctor to talk to him about this and he said maybe going to someone who was a pain therapist was the way forward. I didn't take the doctor up on this one! I couldn't believe that, by this time, I was nearly 20, I was not over weight, I was generally well and I was being told that I was going to have to live like this forever! I didn't want to go to one more person who told me to do this exercise or that exercise or go into a field and shout at the top of my voice to de-stress myself once a day!! So I thought I could get myself through this!
The problem I was having was that I think to be fair 95% of my family were getting sick of my moaning that I didn't feel well. One weekend my back was so bad that we had to call the GP in the middle of the night because it hurt so much, I was hysterical. The doctor told me to take some Ibuprofen and put heat on the pain. After a couple of hours the pain eased and I was able to go back to sleep. The next day I got up and felt fine, what my family couldn't understand was how I could go from one extreme to the other. I didn't understand either and because each therapist we had been to had said something different I wasn't able to explain what was happening.
I started a new job and met my current boyfriend; his dad had had a really bad bike accident and was visiting an Osteopath. One day I had decided to mow the lawn - BIG MISTAKE. Sometimes, though, I would get so fed up of not being able to do stuff that I would do it and then the next week I would pay the consequences! (I joined a gym once and spent a week and a half in terrible pain!) So, you've guessed it, off I went to this Osteopath. I had been off work for a couple of days because it hurt and when I visited him he gave me a doctors note and said that I was to rest. At last a different approach and no exercises. I was visiting this therapist three times a week. When I said previously that I couldn't do stuff like mow the lawn and visit a gym and I had thought that was bad, this was even worse - I wasn't even allowed to drive my car! A week turned into a fortnight, then a month and then two. I had no job because I had to leave my because I hadn't been there very long and I couldn't get an answer to find out how long I was going to be off. I did feel better; although how much of that had to do with just resting I am not sure. It was strange I had been going for about a month and my left arm wouldn't move higher than my shoulder. I complained about this on a number of occasions and was told that he was dealing with another part of me that day. My arm hurt and all I wanted to do was be able to put my hair up!
After about three months, I becoming very despondent and really rather depressed. When I would ask what was wrong with my back I would be told - its knackered! (Try explaining that to your new boss!) One day I went in and I was told that the reason my back was not getting better was because I needed a brace (yes a
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