manual therapy

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The first time I failed to sneeze, I was at the institute, somewhere in high school. He sneered so that a wave of oscillation passed through the spine and, as many years later became clear, moved the fifth lumbar vertebrae along the cross forward.

The pain was decent, three days I could not walk at all, lie down in the community. On the armor bed under the mattress placed two backbones from the bed, type "hard and straight", under the head legs of the bed - two bricks to create a slope, from the towels made two large loops - the ankles and to the head back of the bed. There was such an improvised extraction. It lasted a few days, eased, again for classes and shabash.

The next time I also failed to sneeze a few years later, already working as a district pediatrician in the clinic. He sneezed - and his legs crushed from pain in the lower back. At first it seemed tolerable, I could walk and lie down, I couldn’t sit, and then I couldn’t lie down, but walking was a little easier.

At night he went to the kitchen, kneeling on the chair, his chest and stomach lay on the table and in this position managed to shake for 10-15 minutes.

The tablets ate a handful - aspirin, analgin, dimedrol...the pain dulled for a short time, but the head dulled noticeably.

I started talking about the hospital. And why should she let a young doctor go, who has the time to take a double norm at the reception, and goes on a two-party call. Plus two or three emergency shifts a week closes.

And she did not like me. Truth is mutual.

He will look at me, squeeze, say, it will pass by, go to work.

Yes, and I did not see a special way out - I understood that in the hospital physiotherapy will be prescribed to me, something will be crushed in my ass... there was no other treatment then... then some surgery on the spine... the bad word disability began to blur far on the horizon...



Accidentally met with a good friend, Sasha Alymov (who in the topic - subsequently the long-time head coach of the national team of Russia in keokushinka, who brought up a lot of all sorts of winners of the country, Europe, the World; his educator became the winner of the open championship of Japan... hardly the first foreigner in the history of keokushinka who understands), he looked at my scandling, nodded and advised to approach some of their sports doctor, Kost.

I had the bones before.

The medical couch. I was placed on it on a trunk, so that the stomach and chest are on the couch, and the thighs are hanging down under a straight angle, the cross to the top trips along with the ass.

A thick good Dr. Kostya came, touched his back and slightly with all his weight pressed his hands on the cross. A tickle, a pain, my desperate mat and the doctor’s pleasant whining...and they tell me that you can get up, go home and no longer sneeze.

I can go, I can walk, I can sit, I can lie, I can sleep, I can live!! to

I was impressed by this story, well, how - pain, lack of treatment, pain, disability... and here въ@#al slightly on the back with a fist - and everything got in place, and alive, and healthy. Externally, everything was easy and simple.



Three or four years passed and restructuring, wild capitalism and new opportunities flourished.

He came to us in the city-millionaire to hold a paid training seminar on manual therapy a man from Moscow, his surname, to his shame, I don't remember something on "B", Vorotnikov, Vadiapin, Veretennikov...

It was very interesting, every day theory by hour, then the show of practitioner, at home he gave tasks - hands to practice.

I went in the evening for duty to myself to the children's rehabilitation center, after the rehab and placement of the children, I announced to the moms the topic of the homework, "The neck", for example.

In the gym, where there was a massage couch, 3-4-5 volunteer moms were sitting on the gymnastic bench, wishing to "fix" the neck.

I, reading the conscript, tried to do something carefully on the neck first.

The second, occasionally looking into the plot, did the same manipulation with the neck.

In the third and all subsequent mothers, the neck rules are already without a record.

Mothers - entertainment and healthy necks, for me - offgenic practice and confident accounts.

By the end of the training, 7-10 volunteers were gathered on each topic, almost all who stayed with the children for the night.

He passed exams, received crusts, began to work with children in the rehabilitation center.

The main groups were often sick: persistent colds, bronchitis, pneumonia, allergies and bronchial asthma, their spine was always crooked, and, aligning the spine, putting the vertebrae in place, often received a visible improvement in health, especially working in the area of 4-5-6 chest vertebrae.

And the group of children with DCP, those muscles and ligaments are so tense and overwhelmed that even simple standard manipulations led to significant relaxation and increased mobility and amplitude of movements. Of course, this is not a treatment for DCP, but a method of relieving the condition.



Shortly after I received the "short" came someday to the reception of a mother with a child, a boy 9 years old. Constant colds, immediately transitioning into obstructive bronchitis. They also have bronchial asthma. Somewhere, my mom heard the legend of a doctor who “can cure everything” and came from another city.

She looks at me cautiously, unconfidently, as if someone had forced her to go to me, even if she was alive.

I looked at the child, listened, knocked — nothing unusual.

And my mom is so cute, but her mistrust in me grows right in front of her eyes... and I decided to do something good for the child, and at the same time before my mom's tail to release.

“Well, I say, we’ll fix his back.”

I put the child on the couch on the stomach, do post-somatic relaxation, relaxing massage and quietly put on the sides of the spine between the shoulders.

The whistle was not just loud or ringing. He was – delicious!

Mommy's patience ended instantly - she rushed forward, I was dropped somewhere to the wall, the child literally pulled out of the couch and ran something very bad screaming at me.

With silent sadness I looked after a cute figure...



In a couple of months I come to work, the senior nurse comes to me in the office and stretches some cloth.

and cognac. of quality. It was in the province that, in the 91st year, when unburned vodka was almost an overwhelming gift. Anyone who did not live then will not understand.

I look at the elderly - she tells me that she came "that asthmatic child's choked mom, said thank you and that the child had no shortness of breath in two months and he was never sick."

The reason is understandable - the child had a strong block, a "subluxation" of the fifth chest vertebra, with corresponding violations of the nerve roots that ensure the work of the lungs.

I put the vertebrae in place, released the tight roots, the normal innervation of the bronchopulmonary system was restored, the body managed to cope itself, the child stopped getting sick.



At about the same time, I will enter somewhere in the building of the center, Tatiana, our constant watchman, is sitting on the watch. She was 25-28 years old then, a little full, smiling, very kind and compelled. She was always in order.

From 15 years old, he suffers from hypertension, which cannot be treated. Constant severe headaches, not relieving anything. She couldn't finish school, she couldn't work - "if I keep my head straight, then I can still endure, I used to it, but it's worth bending a little - wild pain at once", brought to the 3rd disability group, sitting all day on the watch, meeting and accompanying children and parents. You can’t write anything in the magazine – you have to bend your head.

I was young, I was not afraid of anything. “Oh, Tanja, let me fly you.”

She could not refuse and went to the massage room.

I did her standard manipulations, something in her neck crushed, in her back crushed, in her lower back clicked. The ratio of the bones of the skull corrected, after a rope measured - everything became the same.

Well, did and did, and immediately forgot about it, life in the early 90s flew like from a high mountain on sandwiches, hold stronger and do not chew your teeth - you will bite your tongue, and there you will be able to get back.

A month later, at the entrance of the center, I strike a glance at Tatiana and suddenly it comes to me that she does not get in my eyes for a month and does not enter the office.

A bad feeling what...

“Hello Tania, how are you doing?”

(B#yaya... I should ask about health, but I really fear... it would be fine, I would fit myself...)



"I then barely got home, everything floats in front of my eyes, blows in different directions, and the noise in my head, as if I could hear blood flowing through the vessels. Sick and mute.

She went to bed right away, could sleep.

(My favorite time is in the morning, three seconds between sleeping and ‘already awake.’) I hardly feel any pain at this time.

The next day I start to wake up, and catch and stretch those “three seconds almost without pain.” These three seconds I try to pull and pull, I probably enjoy them, I don’t know how to say it right.

I am not afraid to turn my head, to breathe deeply is scary, so as not to disturb anything.

And then it comes to me that I am lying for more than three seconds, my eyes have been open for a long time, and the pain does not come.

I was lying down without moving and hardly breathing until my hand was stuck and the phone was ringing - I was lost at work, I was late for an hour and a half, lying in bed without moving.

On the day of work, I called my therapist, she told me. She ran home to me in the evening, the pressure measured itself - the norm. The fifth is the norm.

The next day before work, the pressure was normal. This evening is the norm.

For four days, I ran so, the pressure was measured by myself, not trusting my nurse.

Now he jokes that now I need to be removed from disability, and how to justify it - does not know."



To everyone who was able to read - thank you and healthy spine.