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First of all, I will answer the question you might ask at the end of this post. Yes. I have too much time on my hands and it's all after midnight when I struggle with finding sleep. I'm going to share with you a little story. You see, as I type this, I'm suffering from a headache that has been plaguing me for well over two weeks now. I'm in need of my chiropractic care that I've managed to go without for four months now. But, I wasn't always so thrilled with having my spine manipulated. So here's my preconceived notion of how a first visit to a chiropractor might be.
You're going along life, minding your own business, when you feel a pain in your back.
Someone suggests that going to a chiropractor was the best decision they ever made. But cracking the spine? Doesn't sound natural. Unfortunately the pain gets worse and desperation kicks in for a quick fix. You book the appointment and the anxiety begins.
You Google until your fingers bleed and discover that chiropractic care is a holistic form of treatment and convince yourself to go. You lie down on the table. It's comfy. How bad can it be?
Suddenly, the doctor's poking around your back and invading your security bubble.
Then there's a crack and you're second guessing yourself.
A sound comes out of your spine that isn't natural.
You're contorted into a position you didn't realized existed and no longer accept the death that surely awaits when you're spine is severed.
You hear an Earth-shattering sound resonate throughout the room and deduct that you're spine is now naught but a pile of goo and that this was the most horrific experience of your life. You silently vow, should you live, to never do it again.
You stand up. The pain is gone. You're impressed.
Someone suggests that going to a chiropractor was the best decision they ever made. But cracking the spine? Doesn't sound natural. Unfortunately the pain gets worse and desperation kicks in for a quick fix. You book the appointment and the anxiety begins.
You Google until your fingers bleed and discover that chiropractic care is a holistic form of treatment and convince yourself to go. You lie down on the table. It's comfy. How bad can it be?
Suddenly, the doctor's poking around your back and invading your security bubble.
Then there's a crack and you're second guessing yourself.
A sound comes out of your spine that isn't natural.
You're contorted into a position you didn't realized existed and no longer accept the death that surely awaits when you're spine is severed.
You hear an Earth-shattering sound resonate throughout the room and deduct that you're spine is now naught but a pile of goo and that this was the most horrific experience of your life. You silently vow, should you live, to never do it again.
You stand up. The pain is gone. You're impressed.
