One day in to a cracked back and I’m doing fine. I’ve always resisted the chiropractic field because it seems based on bullshit but I came to a point of try anything. I’m not fully sold because she already has me going back this Thursday for a follow up which is how this particular scam usually begins.
You get so used to the high that comes after the pain of adjustment that before you know what happened you’re going a couple times a week. That will not be me but I will try all the things until I feel my kind of normal again.
It probably doesn’t hurt that she’s attractive and has to climb on top of me for certain maneuvers. Remember, it’s been a while in the physical contact department… also she deals the pain. At one point I yelped which is not a good look for me. But then she helped me to a table covered in ice packs that once turned on needed me like bread dough.
The rollers in that contraption were no joke and they kept moving up and down my spine in a pattern that felt like things were being shuffled. I’m writing this because I just remembered how weird I felt drinking away. Strange euphoria from the pain and relief, soaking wet from my shoulders to my ass due to melting ice packs, and not really able to think straight. That post yesterday was between naps. I also slept great last night.
These are strange times right now for yours truly. Happy Mother’s Day to all you child bearers and carers out there. Time for me to go explore the city.