After a million years of trying so many different things (and yes, I did try chiro before), my PT and I discussed the possibility that my leg was now loosened up enough and my body strong enough to be effectively adjusted and then to hold the adjustment. And so on Thursday, I went to see a chiropractor for the third time in my life...and the first time since 2007.
If you've ever been to a chiropractor, this will just be boring. It might be boring anyway. If you find it boring, good God, just skip it!
After taking a lot of information; observing and assessing my posture, strength, balance, and symmetry; discussing the what, how and why of my wacked out hip socket and what to do with it; and wiggling my face-down body back and forth and up and down on this super nifty adjustment table...
The doctor told me to turn over onto my back and instructed me that there were handles to hold above my head. I grabbed the handles. She took my offending leg gently but firmly into her hands and began to rotate it a bit.
Then she allofasuddenyankeditashardasshecouldandthehipsocketwent
and my leg was dangling off the table, attached to my torso by my skin alone.
About that last part only.
The ball-and-socket joint did, indeed, crack louder than a bullwhip in a rodeo ring, but it didn't come apart...even though it felt like it did.
And I started laughing like Q-Man did when I pulled his tooth out.
And then I got up off the table, put my pants and shoes on, and walked out of there like a totally normal person...with no hip pain and no weirdness to my walk.
Yeah...I'm definitely going again.
And yeah...I'm definitely asking her if she'll do that yankmyhipoutofthesocket thing again.
I think this is going to work out pretty amazingly.