My name is Angela, and I am a crack addict. Yes, I am. I have been happily “cracking” my neck for quite some time. My husband and daughter cringe and tell me to quit doing it. I have looked it up and learned all the reasons why my habit is not a good one and why I really should stop, but I kept on doing it anyway. Although I have cracked my neck for years, I do think that the habit has only become frequent over the past couple of months.
Given that my previous experiences with chiropractors were less than wonderful and that I keep my current and beloved chiropractor busy with other parts of my body, like shoulders, hip and knee, I have been reluctant to bring up my neck-cracking issues. I had planned on mentioning it a few weeks ago, but then my stupid shoulder issue decided to flare up, so I held onto my nasty little secret.
My most recent appointment was last Wednesday morning, and I was determined to make my confession. It was much easier to say, “I have a confession to make…” than it was to actually spit out that I crack my neck…a lot. It is quite possible that I was squirming in my seat as I stumbled through my confession, and I think he enjoyed the guilt written all over my face. I’m not really sure why I was so reluctant to tell my chiropractor my secret, because I know his character well enough to know that he wasn’t going to incinerate me with wrath or condemnation. I suppose my reluctance stemmed from knowing that he would tell me to stop and I would feel compelled to obey, because I am a people-pleaser and desperately hate to disappoint people who I truly like. As expected, my chiropractor told me to stop cracking my neck! In fact, he gave my kids permission to jump on me if I crack my neck, and he threatened to Graston my eyeballs if I don’t comply. Google Graston Technique if you aren’t familiar with the term. My chiropractor has done Graston on other parts of my body, and it hasn’t always been the most fun or enjoyable experience. I’d rather not crack my neck than have my eyeballs tortured!
Except for those moments when I desperately want to crack my neck! My last personal neck crack was Wednesday morning, most likely shortly before my chiropractor appointment…because I knew what was coming! By Thursday I felt positively twitchy. I desperately wanted to crack my neck. I managed to refrain. Friday wasn’t much better. On Saturday, I sent my chiropractor a text telling him that if I didn’t hate failing so much I would totally tell him to go ahead and Graston my eyeballs! But I have been a good girl. I have not cracked my neck since Wednesday morning. The twitch factor has diminished a fair bit today…mostly. There are still moments when the urge to reach my hand up to tilt my head just so is almost overwhelming. I catch myself arching my back and neck in a subconscious effort to elicit a little crack of relief…so far I have been unsuccessful. I am determined to make it all the way to my next appointment without cracking my neck. It just might be the longest two weeks of my life, but I’m going to do it!