A Message from Dr. Shelly
In the spring of 1992, I was miserable and had been miserable for a year. Seemingly, everything but my eyelids was hurting, 24 –7, and I just didn’t know how much more I could take. The pain in my knees, hips, back, and neck was excruciating. My muscles were crying out for relief and I had no idea what to do. I was in the Army at the time and unable to perform any of my duties. There was no particular injury that I could pinpoint as the cause of my problems. The doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong. They had x-rayed me so many times that I thought I would start to glow! The MDs just kept giving me more and more pain medication but never found out what was wrong.
Then, one day I was fitted for orthotics. When the orthotics came in, I picked them up and wore them as instructed—I got worse! Months later, it was discovered that I was accidentally given another person’s orthotics. No wonder I was worse! The treatments and therapies continued, resulting in dependency on pain meds, liver and digestive problems, periosteal burns, destruction of articular cartilage, and damage to my ligaments and tendons. I was feeling hopeless.
My last primary doctor in the Army was an osteopath and a very nice man. He gave me the advice that finally turned my life around: “When you get out of here, Shelly, find yourself a chiropractor.” A WHAT?! I had never heard of a chiropractor.
He sternly looked into my eyes and pleaded, “Just promise me you will find one.” So, I did! My first chiropractor adjusted me and I noticed a difference in everything about my self instantly. However, my chiropractor never explained anything to me. He never told me the objectives of chiropractic care. After a couple months, I moved away and had no idea that I should continue with chiropractic care.
Two years later, I was miserable again. It had not occurred to me to go to the chiropractor. DUH! Then, the coolest thing happened: I was sitting at a stoplight thinking about how miserable I was when I glanced up at a green Toyota Camry in front of me, the license plate which read, IADJUSTU. Around the plate was a frame with the name of a chiropractic office! I called the office as soon as I got home.
The next couple of days completely altered the course of my life. My new chiropractor, Dr. Susan Kudick, examined my spine and nerve system and explained to me how the body works. She told me the story of chiropractic. I became angry wondering why no one had ever told me about chiropractic before. It only made sense that we should all be adjusted from birth. Wouldn’t my father and grandparents still be alive, or at least have had better lives if they had been adjusted? I was furious that no one had bothered to tell me about subluxations and chiropractic care so that I could have been taking care of myself rather than being miserable and practically useless at 24 years old.
Although I was a full-time college student working several jobs to pay the bills, I instantly became a committed, cash-paying recipient of chiropractic care. The more I learned about the philosophy of chiropractic, the more the proverbial light bulb flashed in my head. Finally, everything was starting to make sense!
I think we all know deep down that health comes from within. There is a little voice inside us all telling us that we can express our potential if we only stop interfering with our own progress. Our ailments are not due to having extra organs or a lack of drugs. The chiropractic lifestyle just makes sense!
Dr. Shelly O’Connor