About 5 years ago I looked in the mirror and saw time had caught up with me. Granted I am only in my mid-30's, but time isn't prejudice. I had just recently relocated my residence and was busy setting up new house and home. I just had a baby and was looking for work. So much for spending time on myself. I began to get migraines. Occasionally, monthly, weekly to almost daily. Life was harsh. I had began to search for alternatives to getting rid of these headaches, among other things. My skin was heading south, I began to gain weight, I was fatigued and getting sick all the time. Dry skin and yeast infections where never ending battles. My poor family was walking on eggshells around me. What had happened to me? This isn't the person I had visioned myself to be. I had gone to my doctor occasionally to get my checkups and was told I was in good health. Huh? If this is good health, I didn't want to see bad. I guess I could have been diagnosed with cancer, that was the bright side. But I didn't want to live my life this way.
I believe we all come to a breaking point in our lives, where we finally say enough is enough. We either go left or go right. It was a beautiful sunny day in Puget Sound. I was running errands with my son, fighting off another migraine when my left arm went numb, then my face. I had called my husband scared out of my wits. Was I having a stroke? Taking no chances I headed to the ER. My in-laws came to help with my son and stayed to make sure everything was all right. After waiting a couple of hours I was finally being seen by a doctor. He did his routine exam and sent me in for cat scan. They found nothing wrong with my results and sent me home with a prescription for pain killers. So there I was, still suffering from that migraine and with a hefty medical bill to boot. Life was not getting easier.
I had began to research cures for migraines and other ailments I had been suffering. Western medical society says to have surgeries. No guarantee of results and may have to continue with repetitive surgeries. Um....NO! That was not the answer I was looking for. My father is an avid chiropractor patient. I had seen this man work hard labor well into his 60's and is still going strong. He also is a supplement taker. I figured I would try the chiropractor. This doctor found twisted vertebrae in my neck and early onset of arthritis. I began seeing him weekly, every two weeks....now I am seeing him once every 3 weeks for adjustments. The headaches began to subside. I found a couple days where I was waking up without a pounding on the right side of my head. I was grateful to this man. I began recommending chiropractor care to all of my co-workers. My migraines had disrupted my life. I had missed out on my son's second birthday and an Easter celebration. But now life was becoming bearable again. I had began to see the light. Alternative health care was the thing for me. And so I began deeper researching for my other ailments.
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