Next in line after the lovely GP is the lovely chiropractor* #. He's a legend as they say. He once made a house call when I did my back in so badly I couldn't get off the bed. Even a locum GP who injected my back with all manner of scary shit couldn't make my legs work when I was in the upright position but Frank got me walking with the aid of a sarong and a large piece of elastic. You gotta love a practical man, and nothing beats going to the toilet under your own steam.
So Frank the man greeted me in his office today with a aren't you meant to be in New Zealand and looked entirely unsurprised when I told him what had happened. He then regaled me with stories - as he does - about the hospital system and why it works the way it does and did a little jiggery pokery. Like this was it? and with a well placed pinch he managed to bring on the full experience of the so called stroke.
So a tear in a muscle in my neck is his explanation and given his ability to locate the problem and address it, I have no doubt he's right. A few extra chiro visits, a little massage, a little being a bit more careful with my neck and a little less exhaustion and adrenaline and things should be perfectly fine.
He said it's when the adrenaline tapers off that things go wrong - and it was as soon as we got in the taxi and I went ahh, we're off that I stopped pumping out that miracle masker of problems and suddenly felt the injury I most likely did wheeling a suitcase off a curb and twisting my trap muscle up to my neck attachment. In the days leading up to it I got more and more tired and tense and thus made myself much more prone to injury and much more adrenaline fuelled.
It all makes perfect sense.
So stand down code orange, it's business as usual (what colour is that?).
And my note to self is not to bust a gut to get out the door for a holiday with the idea that any stress incurred in the getting away will be offset by the relaxation later. It won't. I will also book a chiro appointment before I depart anywhere in future.
*and for those who feel a bit dubious about chiros I will just say I used to be a bit meh about them too. I went to Frank from a place of sheer desperation and in my pre driving days I chose him by location alone. After 2 visits way back then he gave me my first clear run of weeks without a migraine for years and he has since proved his worth countless times. And while I am no pusher for chiros or anything else my experience with Frank has proved to me yet again that an open mind is king.
#and as one commenter said, that his name is Frank only makes me love him more. As does his recent purchase of a knitting machine, based on what he saw me bringing into the waiting room (and his desire to impress him mum and aunties), his decision to work part time to spend time at home with his family and build his own extension, his commitment to making his own wine and the way he treats my kids (somewhere between healer and big brother). L O V E. Oh and he employs the best masseuse evah, as my fellow craft campers can attest.