Jack slips in under the wire – –
I’m an idiot!
I have an inherited condition called ‘Nail Patella Syndrome’ (NPS), passed through the male line and mainly affecting bones, joints, finger and toe nails, and teeth. So, whenever I have any problem that might be attributed to that I’m quick to jump to that conclusion!
Back when we heard that ‘The Little Bookstore of Big Stone Gap’ would be published, we were on vacation in Chicago (we’d discovered that we could get a cheap flight from our local airport). But shortly before that I began to suffer severe pain in my left hip, Thigh, knee and foot. So much that I needed to use a cane, which eased me through check in very quickly!
Chiropractics aren’t a big thing in Scotland, so I wasn’t too sure Terri would be able to do much for me when we got back. But – miracle of miracles – after a couple of sessions I was back to normal, and she was very interested to learn about NPS.
Fast forward to a few weeks ago and I begin to experience the very same thing on my right side.
I’m four years older and people are talking about sciatica and arthritis, but I’m still focused on NTS as the culprit.
Until – –
The sainted Terri has again been X-raying and adjusting me without too much effect. The ‘Full Scottish Breakfast Club’ (of which I am a member) spent Thanksgiving weekend in Asheville, with me hirpling like an auld man. One of the other members (who shall be nameless) passed me heavy duty painkillers to let me sleep at night.
But, as I lay on Terri’s couch yesterday morning and she battered me around, she asked me how long I had kept my very thick wallet in my right hip pocket. “For years” I said.
Up until we spent that vacation in Chicago I had always kept it in my left hip pocket – until the pocket wore out. The I shifted it to my right hip pocket. I had been keeping a half inch wedge under – first my left hip, then my right hip – until yesterday morning.
I shifted it to a front pocket before I left the chiro office and almost immediately felt better!
My father had the same problem, decades ago. I remember him and my mother laughing about the cheap solution to his problem.
When I was doing massage I saw dozens of cases like this. In D.C. most of them involved hunching over computers, but by no means all!
I’ve been sitting a lot more since the bookstore opened, so I’m sure that aggravated the problem. Today I’m almost pain free!
Is this a prime example of “Money is the root of all evil”??