I finally found a chiropractor I can live with after trying out the “Rock Star” and some others. It’s not easy to put yourself in the hands of any doctor let alone someone who’s going to take your head and twist it around until it pops!
This chiropractor is a woman and after my intial visit I felt very comfortable with her office, her methods and sensitivities. No Rah-Rah-Chiropractic going on here, just normal procedures. She’s also involved in kinesiology, or muscle testing, and uses that before deciding how to proceed. Her office is attached to her house on a main street near where I live. It’s pleasant, cool and quiet, thankfully. The front office and receptionist is low-key like the doctor herself. She’s a mom too and we can relate. I told her my issues and she listened. Not like the other guy who ran people in without asking what their problems were, did some spinal x-ray like thing and said, “Whoa! You’ve got tons of red alert issues, and you need to come for 65 visits, and please pay for them today, in full!” Ah, no.
I had to wait a few extra minutes one morning and while I did I decided to take out my little drawing pad to sketch something. I didn’t want to be obvious and sketch the other lady in the waiting room, which I love to do. In a small room people are pretty aware of each other, not like a big room with lots of patients where I could hide what I was doing. So I fixed on my hands in my lap holding the pad and rapidograph on top of my handbag. You know, when no one else is available to pose I’m pretty reliable! I’m used to posing for me, isn’t that nice? Yeah, you can laugh now, I know it’s nutty, but “myself” is always around!
I’m off to have my body twisted and cracked now. I can’t wait!