Have you ever broken a bone?
When I was seven years old, my little sister and I were playing hide and seek in and around our house. It was my turn to hide, and I was scrambling to get in the house. I had a great hiding place in mind. On my way up the front steps (which were made of concrete), I tripped and fell forward… twisting my ankle in the process. I still remember it hurting a LOT!
I crawled into the house. There was no swelling or anything, so my mom thought that I just twisted it and that it would be fine if I just put it up for a bit. She told me to head to bed and rest for a bit. I couldn’t even make it up the stairs. That’s when Mom decided that it might be more serious than it appeared and we headed off to the ER.
I can still remember the painful process of taking the x-rays. That tech wrenched my ankle every which way to “get a good picture.” All I could think was that I felt ten times worse after getting x-rays than I did when I rolled in the ER.
The x-rays showed no breaks. They wrapped me up, gave me some crutches, and sent me on my way.
Four weeks later I was still in considerable pain. My mom mentioned something to her chiropractor and he asked if it would be okay to see my x-rays and do an exam. I can still recall the feeling of satisfaction when he pointed out the hairline fracture missed on the original x-ray. Our regular doctor had implied I was just being dramatic and that I wasn’t in any real pain. The new x-rays he took showed a larger, more obvious fracture.
The chiropractor set me up with an air cast to better stabilize my healing ankle. I actually walked down the aisle at my uncle’s wedding in that air cast…. thank goodness the dresses were gigantic Southern belle monstrosities that covered my leg completely.
I was warned then that it would never be quite right because of the incorrect treatment up to that point. He was right, but I am grateful that he helped in doing what he could to make it better.