I'm in the midst of a pretty epic treatment involving multiple-sessions of chiropractic care per week and a $25 copay each time. I am 100% certain those copays are adding up, 50% certain it is helping, 50% certain it is a crock of shit, and 1,000,000% sure that there is a class in Chiropractor school that teaches just metaphors about backs.
A few of my favorites are, "You know, you back is like..."
- A squeaky gate that you have to oil up over time to make it open properly.
- The Tin Man. You have to gradually oil up all of your parts before you loosen up.
- A hair part. You have to train it over time to change sides.
All metaphors attempting to justify why it is necessary for me to come ALL the damn time to the chiropractor to help straighten out my back and lessen my sciatic nerve <s>pain</s> hell. I'm not necessarily buying it, but I am very necessarily desperate so I'll give it a little more time.
By the way, when I interrupted the Dr. (???) to tell him that I had, in fact, successfully changed my part to the opposite side, he was astounded and very impressed. I hope he is not as shocked at his own success.
Question of the Day: Have you ever been to a Chiropractor? Do you believe that they work?? Do you think I'm crazy for trying it? I'm still totally undecided.
*Clearly that is not me pictured above. I never dress down to just my belted slacks. In life or at the Chiropractor.
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