If you haven't read my fabulous 100 things about me post, then you probably don't know that when I was 12, I dislocated my hip, tore my hamstring and broke my pelvis all at the same time. Serious ouch! I was stuck in bed for 3 months and my doctors thought that I would never play sports again. (Yeah, about that ...) This injury, which happened to correspond with the onset of puberty, left me 70 pounds heavier. Not so fun. (I eventually went on to gain another 25 lbs or so, that was even less fun.)
Eventually, I returned to sports (about six months later) and shed the weight (about 10 years later). But I did have one lasting side effect. My right leg is considerably longer than my left. Like over an inch. I can not stand with my hips in a neutral position without bending my right leg or standing on the toes of my left foot. Fortunately, I have never had an injury due to this imbalance (OK, the ankle thing was probably due to this, but there is no way to be sure). I am, however, asked on a daily basis, "Why are you limping? Are you hurt?" And my answer is always, "No, one of my legs is way longer than the other and I'm just not paying enough attention to how I am walking."
Sick and tired of hearing that question, I decided to go see G's Witch Doctor to see if he could help me out. (And I figured that I'd ask about my tailbone, which is still killing me two weeks after my rump busted up my dining room table.) So, I had my appointment this morning. I went in and explained my history and what I was looking for. He listened, then checked the imbalanced and went on to tell me, "Wow. I usually don't see people who present this way." (Shocker! When I have EVER been normal?) He's not sure how much he can help me through adjustment since it's obvious that my imbalance is "structural." But we are going to try to get my hips to sit a little more neutrally and if that fails, we'll try out some heel lifts. So, I am going to go back on Thursday (once he has read the x-rays to see how "off" I am) and we will take it from there.
BUT, and I actually mean BUTT ... He also checked out my tailbone. Remember the one I smashed? He's pretty confident that I either have a severe bone bruise or it's fractured. Yeah, that's kind of what I suspected (we'll know for sure on Thursday). There's not much you can do for it and honestly, I'm fine unless I need to sit. Say for 12 hours. Like, when we drive to Disney next week. GREAT! Before I left, I was treated with stim and heat, hoping to decrease the inflammation. I felt great (until I sat in the car), but at the same time I felt way bad for the girl who I had to moon so she could set me up. If she reads this, yeah, I'm sorry about that.