backfired

So, I ignored my instincts and lifelong fear/mistrust of chiropractors and took the advice of my midwife and husband and went for a "prenatal adjustment."

The chiropractor, let's call him The Evil Bastard, promised me that this procedure was specifically designed for pregnant women. He said it would be "very gentle and honouring", and that it would be very light and safe. He also said that most women felt instant relief and very often did not require any further treatments. He told me it was a very good idea to have this done now, because the last thing I needed was to compound the difficulty of labour with back pain and stress. Sounds like I was doing the right thing, right? The responsible thing. The proactive thing.

It started out okay--the new age music, light stretching, and massage had me feeling like this was going to be a pretty good experience. Then The Evil Bastard told me that he was going to roll me back with one of his hands under my middle back and my arms crossed while he pushed down on my arms. He told me I would hear a "loud pop or cracking noise" and before I had a chance to process that information...CRACK!...my back made a horrible noise and so did I. Something between a grunt and a scream if I remember correctly. Then he tells me he's going to do the other side. Of course, after the trauma of the first crack, I was unable to relax and he had to try it twice and still didn't get the desired cracking. Then he let me leave, telling me all my troubles were probably over, and if not I should come back in a few days.

Shortly after leaving, the pain returned multiplied by about 875. And it hasn't left me for more than an hour or two since. There is nooooo way he's getting near me again. I'd like to cut my losses before I'm completely paralyzed. Unfortunately, he works in the same office as my midwife, so I will have to see him when I go for my appointment today. I haven't decided if I should tackle him (as much as I can in my current state), or just pretend I feel great so he doesn't try to hurt me again.