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Probably was from getting away from the chiropractor, ngl
Don't let a couple kooks spook you.
If you're rough on your body, they can be an absolute godsend.
I'm at the point where I can't always get my skeleton to go back to where it ought to be, and a good chiro can find exactly which bones aren't.
Last one I went to was during a bicycle tour. The campsite wasn't ideal, and I awoke not being able to look left. Like at all. Turn to the right, ow that hurts, try to turn left, head stops straight forward, sharp spike of pain and no further movement.
Well whatever. Break camp, mount up, ride a couple miles. Now I'm warm and loose, right? Do some stretches. Go through as much of the routine as I can, get some pops and creaks, but still can't turn my fucking head. Slightly better.
Pedaling like this is a fucking bastard, because it's not just my neck, I'm all fucked up, but the road lies ahead and we go.
Get into town some hours later, have some lunch, a couple beers, still can't move for shit, see a sign for a chiro. Guy does walk-ins, thank god. Gets what we're doing, says 'well, I'm never gonna see you again, so I'll do the best I can in one go'
I think that motherfucker popped every goddamn vertebrae in the whole spine, and some of em twice.
Felt like a new man. Finally felt those beers. Rest of the tour went fine
My man, you need a better bed. I get this whenever I sleep on a shit bed somewhere.
If youβre camping take a cot
When I'm camping I take a memory foam mattress topped with a sheepskin.
Which is what we were sleeping on during that story.
Which is approximately 10,000% more comfortable than any cot I've ever used
Sounds comfy. Could depend on the spinal support and alignment though. A cot keeps you off uneven ground. FWIW