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It astounds me that you can post something deeply personal and traumatic about almost dying at the hands of a chiropractor and sustaining lifelong damage that negatively impacts your daily life to a debilitating degree, and people will still send irate messages like, “well I can’t afford a doctor so what am I supposed to do? Just not let chiropractors crack my neck?!”

And it’s like worstie, whether you can afford a doctor or not won’t fucking matter if the chiropractor fucks up your entire life because if what happened to me happens to you, you’re fucked and if you want to live you’ll end up paying much much more than what seeing a physical therapist would have cost you in the first place.

My PT is mostly covered by insurance these days. But without it the bill is $300.

The damage the chiropractor has cost me? Well it was 6 grand for the first emergency MRI which my insurance didn’t cover, several grand in doctors appointments to be told I’m fucked for the rest of my life and basically just thousands of dollars a month in rehab that I honestly can’t afford to keep me from killing myself from the pain while plunging myself and my husband into further insurmountable medical debt because he refuses to let me go.

So you tell me. Do you want to eat the cost of that initial physical therapy appointment now so you can learn to properly manage your neck pain without letting someone crack it? Or do you want to wait and end up like me. Because I guarantee you, it’s a waiting game. Chiros only have to fuck up once.

Once is enough.

Late Night Wishing

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“Hey.”

The stars were bright but I couldn’t see them. Maybe I should have gotten glasses. Who would schedule the appointment?

“Yeah?”

My voice felt weird. I hadn’t spoken out loud in a while, it was tiring. It felt scratchy in the back of my throat, I needed a glass of water too. He took a smoke from my pocket and mirrored my habit.

“Why are you up here?”

The fabric of his jacket made swishing noises when it brushed against mine. His fit him but mine was too big. Maybe he couldn’t see how big i actually was under all the layers. maybe he couldn’t see me at all. This was a dream.

“Couldn’t sleep”

He looked at me like he always did. I responded with no more words, waiting as per usual. I was a liar but he never pushed it. When would he? When it’s too late? or will he just leave?

“Aren’t the stars pretty?”

I loved the stars. I always lived looking at them. I should get glasses.

“I can’t see them”

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