I made a commitment that 2016 would be The Year of Medical Healthcare – or something like that. I vowed to see the doctor, to get some old OLD issues treated, and to start a relationship with a mental health professional. To that end, I have been spending a good 25% of my paychecks on doctor appointments. Today’s surprise guest was The Chiropractor.
First I asked around at work for names of doctors that my coworkers have used and/or would recommend, and then I didn’t go to any of them. Instead I followed my gut and chose another stranger off the internet. I wanted massage therapy, but my HDHS high deductible health insurance only covers chiropractic adjustments – so chiropractic adjustments it is. I get 20 visits a year at 80/20 after I pay my deductible of $2750 (800 million shekels) – which I will be paying next month when I undergo Urodynamic Testing to the tune of $3500. But that’s another post or two. Today was about the chiropractor.
I chose them (father and son) because they were trained in France and I think that the American system of medical care is effed up, deranged, perverted, and just wrong. I was hoping that a European perspective might be more holistic. (I hope I’m using the right word. Damn it! Now I have to look it up.)
Holistic: relating to or concerned with wholes or with complete systems rather than with the analysis of, treatment of, or dissection into parts <holistic medicine attempts to treat both the mind and the body> <holistic ecology views humans and the environment as a single system>
Well, I had a bad experience with a chiropractor in 1995. He made my husband and me go broke because he got me addicted to the adjustments. I would only feel pain-free if I went to him every single week for $35 at a time when we were really poor. He never prescribed me any exercises, not even stretches. He just made me dependent on him. Bastard.
Still, the American health insurance (BCBS Bronze) will only pay for chiropractic care, no massage and no Naturopathy, which proves my point about the US being backward when it comes to healthcare.
I went to my French chiropractor and was extremely defensive. I gave the assistant a hard time during my intake interview. It was rude because she was only trying to help me by taking a comprehensive medical history, however, every little thing in my body is not connected to my spine! Okay, maybe it is… but I only wanted treatment for this one little soft spot that I have near my right kidney.
She measured my flexibility, had me bend in every direction, turn my head, etc. and then the doctor came in. My jaw dropped because he was maybe 22 years old! Still, I liked his energy aura, the touch of his hands. He was sincere and his medical jargon gave me confidence that he was learned, so I agreed to the x-rays. I only allow x-rays once per decade, so that was a serious decision. If it doesn’t work out with him, I won’t repeat x-rays with the next doctor – and his equipment was old! 1950’s kind of old, maybe.
My spine is seriously deformed and I have been subjected to 2 car accidents, so I decided to give him a few days to study my x-rays and then have my first treatment in 3 days. I paid $100 with my credit card… credit card… and left feeling poked and prodded but hopeful.
When I left the office, I was ravenous. I wanted red meat to ground me down to Earth, so I treated myself to traife gyros sandwiches across the street. That’s when I realized that I used to work in that plaza, 20 years ago, when I was a newlywed. I think that I subconsciously returned to my old stomping grounds because I was hoping I would run into my ex-husband, SexyBeast. I heard he took up with a skanky drug-whore. No really, those are the words that the people used to describe her. I hope it’s a lie because it made me sad to think of him that way.
After dinner, I went to the movies and saw “Kung Fu Panda 3 in 3-D”. It was cool and I cried a lot. At first I had the entire cinema to myself, but then one family came in. I did not like eating dinner alone. In fact, I made note of all the families and couples and other people who were eating with friends; but I love it when I get the cinema alone. That’s fun! I invested, and I do mean invested, in the refillable soda cup and popcorn bucket. $14 dollars but they are good for all of 2016 for a $3.50 refill each. If I go to the movies only 3 more times, I will have recouped my money.
So that’s the story. I am taking a gamble on the chiropractor that he will heal me and not just get me addicted to adjustments. I have to pay a $2750 deductible. And I treated myself to a night out despite the fact that I had to sit alone and be alone and feel alone in a world filled with too many people. And that’s when I started missing the narcissist.
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