That Stupid Back-Brace
It was the day before school started. My friend calls me, and asks me if I want to go to Knott’s with her. (By the way, Knott’s Berry Farm is an amusment park.) On my way out the door, I feel a little twinge of pain in my lower back, but I didn’t think anything of it. It felt just like those pains you get in the morning if you slept wrong or something, nothing out of the ordinary.
So we spent the day at Knott’s. We went on rides, got gross amusment park food, even got henna at a little booth. We were having a lot of fun. But my lower back started to hurt more and more as the day went on. By the end of the day, it was hard to do things like get in and out of cars, run, and even walk. We figured it was from all of the jerky roller-coasters.
All through out the week it stayed the same. I had to sit out of dance class and PE. Finally, my mom convinced me to go to the doctor.
We went to a physical therapist a couple of times, and then they told me to get an X-ray and go to a chiropractor.