Your health is imperative!
Extremely so!
It has come to my attention that I'm not the only one who has mistreated their body badly. I'm hearing cases all over the place of people suffering to medical conditions of all shapes and sizes, and at young ages! A lot of these people are my friends. Some people I hear about on the radio. It makes you sit and wonder, why are all these people in such physical agony?
I'll tell you why.
America is a breeding ground of physical abuse. To oneself. Humans, for the most part, have spent centuries upon centuries doing the worst things to their bodies. Let's face it. Nearly everything we eat is bad for us, nearly everything we do on DAILY basis is bad for us. You just can't win.
There's also the problem many people face-- I am no exception-- of thinking they are invincible. It's not really nailed into us as children that we can damage ourselves in the long run. We fall, get hurt, but heal so we think everything's hunky dory. That's not always the case. Now, to explain this so it's painfully clear and the correct message is transferred, I have to share with you something I wanted to keep to myself. I make light of it for the most part, but the truth of the matter is, it has made a very large impact on my life and threw me off kilter.
While I was growing up, I always had a tense pain in my lower back. I thought it was normal. The older I got, the more I ignored it. It didn't seem to worsen until high school. By the time I was a junior in high school, there was a steady, hot pain pulsating throughout my entire back. Again, I thought it was normal. Why? Because I was young and dumb, I suppose. Either way, it's not normal to feel any kind of pain, especially at such a young age. The situation worsened when I was eighteen.
At the time, I was walking with someone in a cross walk, crossing the street like any ol' pedestrian would. The terrible truth about cross walks is, even though they have a lovely painted yellow box for us to walk in, it's not a barrier and cars can and will go through it.
Well, a car hit the both of us. The man literally did not realize he had struck people until we smashed into his windshield in a tumbling mass of limbs. Like the genius he was, he slammed on his breaks, thus causing us to fly forward. We flew about twenty feet forward, though I couldn't tell you high up we were. All I could see was the other person flying in the air and watch as her head smacked into the pavement. I rolled, immediately stood, and helped the girl to her feet and onto the side walk. I swear she had to have blacked out for a second.
The man pulled over and a police report was filed. I am told the girl went on to win a case against the man, but I did not take action against him. Again, I was young and stupid. I honestly thought things were going to be fine; already accustomed to back pain, I didn't let it bother me.
Well, I spent the next three years like absolutely nothing was wrong, even though I was well aware my back was becoming increasingly worse. Bending over was a joke. I couldn't do it anymore. It got to a point where I was leaving bruises on my back by trying to rub out the pain nonchalantly. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep my own head up and breathing, too, became a difficulty.
It was in September of 2010 that my back decided it had had enough. It threw in the towel. It hoisted the white flag. It, quit literally, gave out on me.
By October, I couldn't sit up at all. My days were spent laying in bed. For months it was like this. I was so scared I was going to become paralyzed, I was afraid I would never be able to live my life, I was afraid I'd be stuck in bed forever.
My chiropractor gave me my life back. I can now sit up. I can go out and do things. I can drive. I am still in the healing process, but I never, ever thought I would be here. The pain was so intense and so relentless, I thought I was dying, day in and day out. While I still have pain, it is not the pain it was. I now sit here and wonder how I survived such an unfathomable amount of searing pain. But I am here and I am alive. All thanks to Dr. Howard Friedman.
Now I can do my artwork, which I had been apart from for so long. I couldn't even read during the worst of it, but now I can. I am still limited, but I can move. I no longer feel numbness in my arms or legs, I no longer feel any tingling. And because of this ordeal, I have learned much about the human body and how fragile it really is.
So please, PLEASE, take care of your bodies. It's the only one you have and you have to spend your life in it. You may as well be comfortable there. Take care of yourself. I am absolutely hypocritical when I say don't push yourselves, but don't! At least, do not push your body to the point I pushed mine. I would not wish that kind of pain upon anyone, except maybe Hitler. It was the most torturous time of my life and I am only sharing it with the public because of all the medical conditions I've been witnessing of late. The information is out there, people, you simply have to find it!
The body may be fragile, but you'd be surprised at the miraculous recovers it can indeed make, with the right help. I know a number of interesting things like that and if you're interested, shoot me a question about something health related. If I don't know the answer, I will ask my doctor and he will more than likely have the answer. His mind is an encyclopedia.
Anyway, this was quite a leap from writing, but I feel this was needed. Please heed my words. Take care of yourselves. You deserve to live a happy, healthy life!
It has come to my attention that I'm not the only one who has mistreated their body badly. I'm hearing cases all over the place of people suffering to medical conditions of all shapes and sizes, and at young ages! A lot of these people are my friends. Some people I hear about on the radio. It makes you sit and wonder, why are all these people in such physical agony?
I'll tell you why.
America is a breeding ground of physical abuse. To oneself. Humans, for the most part, have spent centuries upon centuries doing the worst things to their bodies. Let's face it. Nearly everything we eat is bad for us, nearly everything we do on DAILY basis is bad for us. You just can't win.
There's also the problem many people face-- I am no exception-- of thinking they are invincible. It's not really nailed into us as children that we can damage ourselves in the long run. We fall, get hurt, but heal so we think everything's hunky dory. That's not always the case. Now, to explain this so it's painfully clear and the correct message is transferred, I have to share with you something I wanted to keep to myself. I make light of it for the most part, but the truth of the matter is, it has made a very large impact on my life and threw me off kilter.
While I was growing up, I always had a tense pain in my lower back. I thought it was normal. The older I got, the more I ignored it. It didn't seem to worsen until high school. By the time I was a junior in high school, there was a steady, hot pain pulsating throughout my entire back. Again, I thought it was normal. Why? Because I was young and dumb, I suppose. Either way, it's not normal to feel any kind of pain, especially at such a young age. The situation worsened when I was eighteen.
At the time, I was walking with someone in a cross walk, crossing the street like any ol' pedestrian would. The terrible truth about cross walks is, even though they have a lovely painted yellow box for us to walk in, it's not a barrier and cars can and will go through it.
Well, a car hit the both of us. The man literally did not realize he had struck people until we smashed into his windshield in a tumbling mass of limbs. Like the genius he was, he slammed on his breaks, thus causing us to fly forward. We flew about twenty feet forward, though I couldn't tell you high up we were. All I could see was the other person flying in the air and watch as her head smacked into the pavement. I rolled, immediately stood, and helped the girl to her feet and onto the side walk. I swear she had to have blacked out for a second.
The man pulled over and a police report was filed. I am told the girl went on to win a case against the man, but I did not take action against him. Again, I was young and stupid. I honestly thought things were going to be fine; already accustomed to back pain, I didn't let it bother me.
Well, I spent the next three years like absolutely nothing was wrong, even though I was well aware my back was becoming increasingly worse. Bending over was a joke. I couldn't do it anymore. It got to a point where I was leaving bruises on my back by trying to rub out the pain nonchalantly. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep my own head up and breathing, too, became a difficulty.
It was in September of 2010 that my back decided it had had enough. It threw in the towel. It hoisted the white flag. It, quit literally, gave out on me.
By October, I couldn't sit up at all. My days were spent laying in bed. For months it was like this. I was so scared I was going to become paralyzed, I was afraid I would never be able to live my life, I was afraid I'd be stuck in bed forever.
My chiropractor gave me my life back. I can now sit up. I can go out and do things. I can drive. I am still in the healing process, but I never, ever thought I would be here. The pain was so intense and so relentless, I thought I was dying, day in and day out. While I still have pain, it is not the pain it was. I now sit here and wonder how I survived such an unfathomable amount of searing pain. But I am here and I am alive. All thanks to Dr. Howard Friedman.
Now I can do my artwork, which I had been apart from for so long. I couldn't even read during the worst of it, but now I can. I am still limited, but I can move. I no longer feel numbness in my arms or legs, I no longer feel any tingling. And because of this ordeal, I have learned much about the human body and how fragile it really is.
So please, PLEASE, take care of your bodies. It's the only one you have and you have to spend your life in it. You may as well be comfortable there. Take care of yourself. I am absolutely hypocritical when I say don't push yourselves, but don't! At least, do not push your body to the point I pushed mine. I would not wish that kind of pain upon anyone, except maybe Hitler. It was the most torturous time of my life and I am only sharing it with the public because of all the medical conditions I've been witnessing of late. The information is out there, people, you simply have to find it!
The body may be fragile, but you'd be surprised at the miraculous recovers it can indeed make, with the right help. I know a number of interesting things like that and if you're interested, shoot me a question about something health related. If I don't know the answer, I will ask my doctor and he will more than likely have the answer. His mind is an encyclopedia.
Anyway, this was quite a leap from writing, but I feel this was needed. Please heed my words. Take care of yourselves. You deserve to live a happy, healthy life!