I've been talking to Lillian about how best to handle this headachy/dizzy/nausea thing, since it's obvious to me that my doc has decided that I'm depressed despite my assertions that I'm not.
Then the boss sat me down and said I needed to think about what was going on health-wise and fix it. He also agreed that I don't have depressed symptoms, but it's just not normal to be dizzy this often for this long.
I can read the writing on the wall. Especially when it's presented with a 2x4 upside the head.
But what to do? Besides seriously think about a new doc, that is.
And I decided to go to the chiropractor, to see if there's something he can do.
The joy is that I chose the boss's chiropractor, so he knows where I am and that I'm not slacking off, so if I'm late to work -- which I was, by about an hour and half with my first appointment -- he knows why. And he can't be pissy about it because, remember, he sat me down and said I had to do something. So I am.
It's been about seven years since I've seen a chiropractor, and I'm always a little nervous. I don't dispute that they do good work, but it's the cracking sounds, the popping and all, that make me nervous. I don't even like to hear them in other people, so when they happen INSIDE me, I tend to be a little skittish.
But I haven't felt good so the time has come.
The first appointment took about two hours, which I didn't expect although in retrospect I should have. The paperwork alone takes a good half hour. Are you allergic to. . .have you ever had. . .does someone in your family have. . .what are your symptoms. . .along with all the legal stuff, privacy disclaimers and whatnot.
Then I had the initial discussion with a secondary doc to go through all the symptoms and what's going on. Intake info, basically, and initial assessment about the state of my skeleton. We even discussed my stupid left knee, which still really hurts sometimes.
Between these installments, there was plenty of time to read (finished the Child, started on the Preston/Child, ohmygod for both). Comfy chairs, anyway.
Finally I saw the doc and we went through what all I was experiencing, he did his own evaluation, and then sent me off for X-rays.
I have to laugh. Anyone who's been in theatre knows that parts are parts, some are more attractive than others perhaps, but parts are parts. And doctors know this.
So I had to strip down to shirt and panties, and they gave me a flimsy paper gown that ripped about the time I took a breath. But see, they gave me two of them so when one tore, I'd have a back-up. Okay. However, since the X-ray room was adjoining my exam room and I didn't have to go traipsing down the hall, I had no problem just using the one ripped up paper thing.
Which made the tech (who was also the intake info guy) a little nervous and kinda puzzled. And oddly relieved. It was easier just not to mess with the stupid thing and get the 12 shots over with. And he was especially confounded and relieved when I told him he could skip his little leaded triangle. Nothing in the "girl parts" division to worry about; it's all long gone.
Got dressed, more reading, and then the main doc again, who hauled me out to a treatment room and proceeded to twist my head off my neck. It took four tries before things popped, but pop they did, and my headache was gone.
Just gone. Poof. Loved it!
Then he tried to pop my middle back. Heh. I'm a challenge. By the second session with him, he got one tiny pop. Progress is being made. Slowly.
And he worked on my wonky knee. Now here we have a definite WAHOO. It feels MUCH better since he twisted it around and limbered it up. I'm much happier about that!
So I go back on Tuesday for X-ray results, and I'll keep you posted, but I think we may be on the right track here. Things are definitely looking up!