My lower back pain, which has not abated despite the Naturopathic interventions, has led me to next see a chiropractor. I have always viewed chiropractors through wary eyes, mainly because I value my spinal cord and the thought of someone manipulating my vertebrae (which protectively encircle the spinal cord) scares me! As I mentioned previously, I willingly refer patients with lower back pain to chiropractors provided the patient requests it and the referral helps them get insurance reimbursement. I am skeptical whether the patient will truly benefit. According to my reference bible on alternative medicine, chiropractic care is the second largest primary health care field in the world. The goal of the chiropractor is to correct vertebral subluxation. While it seems logical that correcting subluxations (a medical term for a dislocated joint - in this case, between two vertebra) should improves one’s back pain, the field of chiropractics also claims that manipulating the spine and treating vertebral subluxation can provide additional benefits such as curing various diseases and non-orthopedic maladies. In fact, the father of chiropractic care, Daniel Palmer, purportedly cured a man of chronic deafness following a spinal adjustment. Also, don’t forget about the patient whom I saw in Wilkesboro diagnosed with “hepatitis” by her chiropractor.
Prior to my visit, Beth and I went out to dinner with a couple of our friends, and I casually mentioned that I had an upcoming chiropractic visit. My friend, John, became very animated and related that he has repeatedly visited a chiropractor ever since he was in high school. He said every so often his back “goes out of whack” and he goes to see a chiropractor for a few adjustments and before long, his back returns to normal. He gave me one warning though, “Be aware of the chiropractor when he moves in to adjust your neck.” He described lying flat on an exam table with his face down. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the doctor circling around the room while telling him to relax. When John appears unawares, he will do an aggressive adjustment of his neck. Of course, this just heightens the already growing reservations which I have about my upcoming visit. By the morning of my visit my back is actually feeling a bit better and I contemplate canceling, but in the end I buck up and go.
The office is in a non-descript single level office complex. It is small and a bit dated compared to most doctors’ offices. I fill out the requisite history form. I notice back rests still wrapped in cellophane placed around the lobby in several chairs and in a large basket in the corner. A price of $25 is clearly labeled on each cushion. Perhaps this is a source of additional revenue. After waiting for about 15 minutes, the receptionist gives me a cup and points me toward a small rest room with the request that I provide a urine sample. I suppose this is to exclude a urinary tract infection as the cause of my back pain. I am quite sure that I don’t have a urinary tract infection. I contemplate professing that I am an infectious disease doctor and based on my lack of urinary frequency, burning, or other systemic signs, I clearly don’t have an infection. In the end, I decide it is best to just go along. After proudly providing an assistant with a frothy cup of warm urine, I am led to a seat in a small check-in room. While I spend the next 5 minutes waiting, I start to read the flyers on the walls. I am struck by a flyer that says, “Do Not Get a Flu Shot!” It then gives a litany of reasons that flu shots should be avoided while citing various medical journals and specialists to support these claims. A few of the justifications include: “It does not prevent pneumonia in older persons (Lancet, New England Journal of Medicine); 5 consecutive flu shots increase the risk of developing Alzheimer’s 10X.; Studies suggest low vitamin D levels may actually be responsible for flu symptoms rather than the influenza virus!” Needless to say, I am flabbergasted. Two visits to alternative practioners and two attacks on vaccination! Later, I did some research on the claim about Alzheimer’s risk and found out that the doctor who made this claim had been stripped of his medical license by the South Carolina Medical Board for quackery.
I am interrupted by the chiropractor’s assistant. She reviews my history form and confirms my complaints. I am then led into the examining/adjustment room. The assistant instructs me to get undressed and says she has some shorts for me to wear if I desire. I say, “No, I am comfortable in my underwear.” After an awkward silence, she says, “Okay, why don’t you just leave your pants on and strip off your shirt.” Apparently, standing in my underwear is not appropriate. She steps out and I am forced to contemplate my choice of dress or undress while I wait for the doctor to come in.
[Next week, Cracking my back.]