12/04/2024
I was cruising through a delightful Saturday morning in my office, adjusting patients and soaking in the rhythm of my work, when an emergency text shattered the calm: āDoc, Garit woke up with neck pain so bad he's sitting here and can't stop crying.ā
My stomach dropped as I rang up Garitās mom. āDoc, do we come to you, or do we go to the ER?ā she asked, her voice tinged with desperation. āLet me take a look at him,ā I said, hoping to quell their fears while preparing for a possible referral.
Garit, an eighth-grader with gamer credentials and a notorious flair for the virtual battlefield, was my next challenge.
Tears streamed down his face, and his posture told the whole story; he was bent forward, his head unnaturally rotated and tipped towards his right shoulderāmorphing him into the tortured image of a gamer you never want to see.
No boy wants to dissolve into tears in a busy clinic, but there he was, a victim of his immersive passion. In thirty-five years of practice, Iād seen many gamers like himāvictims of poor posture and unchecked enthusiasm.
This was more profound than a neck pain; it was a threat to his joy and his escape into digital worlds.
I gently guided Garit onto my chiropractic table, the sacred space that promised relief.
His muscles were knotted, embracing my touch as if pleading for solace. Each moment we spent together felt like an eternity where the stakes were high; could I free him from this torment?
As I focused first on his mid-back, a series of adjustments sent ripples of change through his tense body. I felt the resistanceāhis subluxated vertebrae practically screamed out for movement. I worked methodically, navigating through the tightness until I reached the linchpināthe vertebra with the potential for relief.
I steadied myself, preparing for the moment that could send us both soaring or crashing. A gentle motion, a calculated pressure, and then it happened: a symphonic release echoed through the room.
His exhale was deep, and it felt like the release of a floodgate. When he stood up you could see him processing what was happening in real time. He blinked away the tears, starting to explore the newfound range in his neck.
I placed a soft cervical collar around his neck, dubbing it a ārest stopāāa temporary ally in his healing journey. It gives his neck muscles that were in spasm, support, which encourages them to relax. As he practiced turning his head from side to side, the relief was visible.
No trauma! Why could this happen? Prolonged head forward posture gamingā¦over time. It wasnāt just yesterday; it was all the yesterdaysā¦before yesterday!
I texted his mom the following Monday inquiring about Garit, which brought a smile to my face: āDoc, he's doing well but might need another adjustment.ā
He came in the following Saturday for his second adjustment. The first words out of my mouth were, āI didnāt know you had such a beautiful smile.ā
That beautiful smile of his was a promiseāproof that together, we reclaimed his passion, inching him closer to a pain-free life.
In the clinic, after I answer peopleās questions and share what they can do at home, work, or even the car to help themselves, hereās what I tell them so they can figure out their next visit, itās my credo: āGive it a couple of days, see how youāre moving and youāll text me when you need your next visit.ā