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This is the first book review I've ever written. I work at a small Minnesota publishing company and I know so many authors that it's personally awkward, not to mention a conflict of interest, to review books. I'm making an exception on this one. A few months ago my company published Dr. Capistrant's book. I'm very proud of it; I think it's well done, well written, easy to read and comprehend, and pretty intriguing, but in my heart, I thought this whole concept is probably too good to be true. The fascial distortion model just doesn't square with everything I know about medicine and healing.
Then last Thursday morning I sprained my right ankle. New shoes, pouring rain, big hurry. It was bad--I cried like a little kid, for an embarrassing length of time. Luckily my husband was home, witnessed the whole thing, and was available to drive me to my clinic. I mentioned this book to my doctor (a pretty open-minded guy) and asked him if he knew anything about manipulating distorted fascia to fix a sprained ankle. He said no, it's not possible. The only thing that heals a sprained ankle is time. He put me on crutches and in a boot that looks like something a Storm Trooper would wear, and told me not to drive for six weeks. I'm a working mom, and that's a real hardship on our family. Plus, the Minnesota summer is so short--it's demoralizing to have to miss any of it, and six weeks is MOST of it. I had to cancel longstanding plans to visit a friend's cabin, and instead spent my lame (literally) three-day weekend hobbling from the bed to the couch to the bed, feeling very sorry for myself.
On Saturday night, in despair, I emailed Dr. Capistrant, who lives in Alaska. I asked him if he could recommend a provider in the Twin Cities who knows this method. He got back to me and said he just happens to BE in the Twin Cities and is flying home the next morning. I begged him to look at my ankle and he agreed, if I'd meet him near the airport, or where he was staying, as he was without a car.
My husband was very leery of the whole thing. He thought Dr. Capistrant would damage my foot and make it worse, and he repeated everything my primary doc said about needing time to heal. I told him that I'm a grown-a** woman and I'll take a cab if I have to. Finally he agreed to drive me, but registered his strong disapproval. It was tense. Now, on top of everything else, I had marital capital at stake. If this didn't work, it would be a very long six weeks (or more!) of being cared for and ferried around by my husband...
Sunday morning he drove me to where Dr. Capistrant was staying, and watched Dr. Capistrant work, using nothing more than his hands to manipulate the fascia in my leg and foot. I was expecting it to hurt like hell, but it wasn't bad--weird, but not bad. At one point Dr. Capistrant was running his thumb down from my knee to my foot and I said, "You've got some really sharp fingernails!"
He said, "I don't have any fingernails." He was using the pad of his thumb, not the tip, to release a long trigger band in my calf. It felt like it was being sliced, and then it just melted away. Then he did something to my foot that felt like a bunch of bubble wrap popping inside. He found a spot and pressed on it quite hard until I felt something just dissolve. Within two minutes I was walking without pain. In three minutes I could stand on one foot (the sprained foot). In five minutes I could stand on my tiptoes. My husband was teary-eyed and kind of in shock. I asked him later what he was thinking when he watched me walk. He said, "I thought you just wanted to be right so badly that you tricked your mind into ignoring the pain and faking it." (Any other married people out there relate to that sentiment?)
We threw my boot and crutches in the trunk and got Dr. Capistrant to Alaska Airlines right on time. He gave me my summer back, and all I gave him was a ride to the airport. Today, just four days after my injury, I'm walking with ease, I have no pain, and I'm the happiest girl in the whole USA. I drove myself to work this morning, and I'm heading back to my clinic on my lunch hour to see if I can get a refund for these $80 crutches and this $350 boot, and I'm giving my doc a copy of this book, on me.
I recommend "Why Does it Hurt?" to any American interested in simple, effective health care that doesn't rely on expensive drugs, tests, equipment, or unending follow-up therapy. The Fascial Distortion Model is not a panacea--it can't be applied to all health issues-- but it's an astounding and simple solution for many pains and problems that can't be explained or solved by other methods.
FOUR HOURS LATER: For sale, crutches and boot, barely used.