After a few days of taking the steroids…the pain didn’t go away. My doctor had told me if the pain didn’t stop, he would give me a cortisone shot. I did not want that. I didn’t want patches for the pain, I wanted the cause to be found and to have whatever this was to stop. I was beyond thinking it was “Tennis Elbow”, the pain in my should blade was still ignored.
The words of my cousin recommending a chiropractor back in January kept ringing in my head. What could it hurt? Maybe I should do it. There were SO many offices – where do I start? I started to whip myself into a needless, pain filled frenzy.
I was walking downtown one afternoon and I found myself heading toward an office I had passed numerous times before. I took a deep breath and went in.
The office was dimly lit and calming. The receptionist, Stephanie, immediately said hello with a warm smile. I relaxed, I felt safe here. I told her what I was feeling and the pain that I could not control. She told me I could get in next week with a Dr. Dia. I took the leap, I made the appointment.
She handed me the appointment card and told me my intake forms will be in my email by the time I got home. For the first time in weeks, I felt optimistic.