Decisions, decisions. . .

I've been going to the muscle reactivation chiropractor for a few times now. His initial assessment was that I have about 14 neck muscles that need work. He's done about half of them now. It's a strange process - he pokes at random points on my body, finds the tender spots, and then pokes them even harder, so it hurts. It's making a difference in the muscle strength, definitely. From the test at the beginning to the end I can really tell. The headaches don't seem so impressed, though. They do seem a little less frequent, but it's hard to tell a real difference. My last visit he ran through the allergy tests and found six things he says that I'm allergic too. He's going to work on them along with the AMIT, which means the visits (he's been doing one muscle per visit) are going to start costing $95 each instead of $55. Which brings me to the question - when do I give up? Obviously it's worth the money if it fixes the IPH, but what if it doesn't? When does it all end? I am completely out of savings, back to living paycheck to paycheck, which I swore I'd never do again, and I don't know what to do.

Which brings me to the question, how important are the decisions we make? I mean, obviously they guide the lives we end up with and the people we become, but since we never know for sure what would be different had we made the other choice, do we need to stress about them? I've made plenty of really bad choices, but I'm okay with the person I am now, and I don't think I could have become this person with any other choices. Maybe I would be better, maybe not. I could be worse.

Which leads me to the wait and see decision, which isn't really a decision. But, I guess I'm good to go until the money runs out and I'm living in a cardboard box, right?