You’ve Got To Meet This Guy….

Let me introduce myself:

  • Сhronic fatigue syndrome is the most common name given to a variably debilitating disorder or disorders generally defined by persistent fatigue unrelated to exertion and not substantially relieved by rest…
  • Substance dependence is defined as: “When an individual persists in use of alcohol (vicodin) or other drugs despite problems related to use of the substance…”
  • Restless legs syndrome (RLS), is a condition that is characterized by an irresistible urge to move one’s body to stop uncomfortable or odd sensations…
  • Diabetes: If you don’t know, you probably need to get out more.
  • High Blood Pressure: See above
  • Posttraumatic stress disorder (PTSD) is a severe anxiety disorder that can develop after exposure to any event which results in psychological trauma… overwhelming the individual’s psychological defenses.

Who is this guy, and what could possibly motivate him to get out of bed every day… to say anything of taking that first breath?

That guy is me… Rick Adair, a patient of Dr’s. Jennifer and David Cretsinger’s for over four months.  Top of my “wish list” for chiropractic care was some relief (any relief) from the chronic fatigue that kept what life I had in a holding pattern swirling around the drain.  Next was RLS for two reasons: I was taking vicodin every day to control it, and without medication, I would be awake for as many as three days straight… leaving me barely inside the ropes of my own sanity.  I gave little, or no thought, to hypertension or diabetes because they were both maintained well by prescribed medicine… even though one of those meds came with an unpleasant side-effect that involved dizziness and near-fainting on occasion.

Now, if you’d care to take a trip with me to the Spinal Corrective Care Twilight Zone, in the words of its inimitable host Rod Serling: “Submitted for your approval… da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da”… oh, for Gods sake… it’s the Twilight Zone theme song.”  (Readers under 45 please Google “Twilight Zone” to keep up.)

My energy level increased dramatically after (dare I say it), one adjustment.  The improvements continued for a couple of weeks until I can honestly say I felt as though I had been “born again”… Praise David & Jennifer… can I get an “amen” brothers and sisters?  All seriousness aside, how could I measure the ability to function day in and day out without that compelling sense of doom hovering like a cloud over my existence?

In less than three months, I was completely off the vicodin (a narcotic); although RLS continues to annoy me slightly.  I can’t begin to tell you what a relief it is (especially as a former alcoholic/addict sober 24 years), not to rely on a narcotic to sleep at night and function during the day.  Even though I was taking less than the prescribed dose of vicodin, being dependent on any narcotic, to whatever degree for over a year, is debilitating on some level.

And now for the bonus round: (Disclaimer: I am not a doctor, don’t play one on TV, and only a fool would follow my advice… of which, none is being offered here; this is just my experience.)  Just as an experiment, I cut my hypertension and diabetes meds in half and carefully monitored my blood pressure and fasting blood sugars beginning over two months ago.  As you’ve probably anticipated, my blood sugar has been well within normal limits, whereas my blood pressure, although down significantly, hovers just above normal limits… the important lower number (dyastolic pressure) is around 83… 80 being “perfect.”  I suspect that someday I will toss all of my empty Rx bottles into the SCC “cookie jar,” but again, I have fairly a extensive medical background, and have been very careful in my approach to this experiment… if I die of a stroke or hyperglycemia in the next month, all you all can have a good chuckle with my “real” doctor.  (Don’t count on it… I’m healthier than I’ve been in 25 years and, besides, by “real” doctor doesn’t laugh much.)

Finally… PTSD… yikes, no one ever wants to talk about that.  (“I’ve heard Rick is one of those… well, you know… shhhh… combat Vietnam vets; I’m not certain, but I hear most of them are a bit… well… you know… wack-a-doodle-do.”)  If one more person in this life tells me they have a cousin who went to Vietnam and is now crazy, I will take that person, put my hands around their throat… I mean shoulders… and say, “Golly, that’s too bad… how’d ja like to meet a sane vet?”  Am I sane…?  As of 2007, the VA rates me as 100% disabled from PTSD resulting from serving for a year as an 18 year-old combat medic with the mechanized infantry and working as a professional civilian paramedic for eight years?  Of course I’m not sane… who would be?  But I’m sure having fun… and thanks to the love, compassion and professional expertise of Dr. “J” and Dr. “D,” I’m probably going to have fun for several more years than I, or any of my “real” doctors ever expected.  I have a great respect for the VA hospital and am intensely grateful for the care and compassion I receive there, however, as of this moment:  Dr. Jennifer and Dr. David are officially my “real” doctors… although  I prefer to think of them as my Angel-Warriors!

In Kindness… one of SCC’s well-adjusted patients,

Rick Adair

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