I went to my first-ever chiropractic appointment today.
This is not earth-shaking news. Hundreds of thousands of people visit one every day. So, why was I apprehensive?
Two reasons.
1. I deliberated on whether or not I should go for some time. At worst, I imagined the doctor informing me that nothing at all wrong was with me and I should instead think about a psychiatrist visit. I am not debilitated, and I am not in pain for even a major portion of the day. It's a dull, deep, niggling type ache in my neck, shoulders, and mid-back. It's really nothing I can complain much about, especially when I am a daily witness to people with conditions and injuries far more serious than mine.
But, in general, I'm tired of feeling old.
2. No, I am not on any kind of medication for my discomfort. I do not take over-the-counter painkillers for the pain. Because I have no desire to become dependent on foreign chemicals to feel healthy. Concurrently, I don't want to become dependent on a chiropractor to feel better. I'm worried about becoming "addicted".
This all is just a damn, stupid reminder that I'm getting older. I haven't come to terms with it yet.
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