Toxic Relationships and Dental Discomfort: My Journey Through Rural Healthcare
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Chapter 1: The Lab Experience
Upon entering the lab, I underwent a blood draw. The prescribed medication would only work if I had never been exposed to tuberculosis. When I assured the doctor that I hadn’t contracted it, I was told that if I had, I likely wouldn’t be aware. This was incredibly comforting. There is a costly test available that can reveal every virus I’ve encountered, but I’m hoping that checking for just one would be more affordable. Already, I dread the thought of opening the billing statement.
They drew multiple vials of blood and performed an x-ray that covered my pelvis, lower back, mid-back, upper torso, and neck. This procedure took place while I stood against a metal plate, and I realized not all parts of my back were in contact with it. During my school years, we had regular check-ups for scoliosis, along with weight, height, hearing, and vision assessments. I recall being so uninterested during the intelligence test that I doodled diamond patterns on my answer sheet, finishing tasks more quickly than intended. Often, I would ask to visit the sick room, where I’d daydream and kick my feet instead of enduring the monotony of class. As a child, I was always lost in thought but also eager to learn. Through dealing with these recent health issues, I’ve acquired significant knowledge.
Once the x-rays were complete, I requested to view them. The doctor first displayed images of my lower back and pelvis. It showed that my pelvis was pressing against my SI joint, with noticeable white bands around it. My pelvis was indeed tilted, and this misalignment was impacting my SI joint.
As I examined the x-ray of my spine, I felt a mix of emotions. I was relieved to see that the lower section of my spine didn’t exhibit the patterns indicative of a condition I had researched online. However, my relief was short-lived when he scrolled upward; I noticed a curve in my spine that hadn’t been present before, and my upper torso appeared misaligned. The bones in my neck were straight rather than having a natural curve, and it was evident that my posture was poor. Despite my disappointment, I plan to start treatment soon.
This narrative is part of a four-part series I’m writing to process my traumas constructively:
- Toxic Relationships and Dental Discomfort, Published 03/16/2024
- A Solution with Dental Care, Published 03/17/2024
- The Silence of Sacrifice, Published 03/18/2024
- No Thanks to Remote Control, Published 03/19/2024