More Voodoo Medicine!

The naturopath I chose was a friend of the family and had often tried to get me to come into his office to work on my back. Following the PT sessions, I still had pain off and on and my doctor recommended I see a chiropractor. I couldn’t do that. My college room mate had often preached the dangers of chiropractics. They would move my bones around until they no longer stayed in place. They would create more harm than good. But my doctor gently pressured me and told he would find someone gentle. He sent me to Ann. She was a kind quiet woman who did help me to feel better, even if it was only temporarily. I was seeing her at the same time I went to Dr. G for the allergies. One day I came in for a visit and he said, “Why don’t you just let me try your back.” I finally gave in.

He had me lay down on my stomach on his table. He got out an orange, small, round drum-looking device. He put one hand on my back and wet the fingers of his other hand. He then proceeded to move his hand over my neck and back. The wet fingers rubbed along the drum. It made a high squeaky “ee-ee ee-ee” sound. Suddenly the pitch of the sound went higher. His hand on my back pushed down harder and he had found the spot that was giving me the most pain. Over and over he repeated that same sequence, always the pitch changed when he found another area of stress in my back. It was the strangest thing I’ve ever observed, but it worked!