Tricky Foot
I got an email newsletter from my chiropractor. 7 minutes later, I was at his office, breathless.
Hulk Adjust L3 Vertebrae!
See, my tricky foot has never really healed and has been getting worse. Time for a second opinion, sort of thing. He X-ray'd it and looked it over. "This bone is turned in, but it should be straight," he explained. "This one is pushed up instead of down, this one is left when it should be right." Then, he got to the best part.
"I can fix all of this."
He had me lay down on his little torture table. "Grab on with both hands," he instructed. "I'll be pulling pretty hard."
Then he grabbed my foot. "I'll adjust this bone first," he said while poking a seemingly random spot. Then, he grunted and yanked my foot back like he was trying to start a stubborn lawn mower. If I hadn't been holding on to the table, he would have thrown me into the wall. My foot nearly came off.
I said, "Ow." He said, "Ah, that's good."
Aw yeah.
We did this 4 times.
Just like when he fixed my back, this will unfortunately take time. Three times a week for at least a couple of weeks, probably a month. If I still have a foot by then, I hope it feels better. Something tells me a peg-leg may be in my future.
Labels: Pathetic Injuries
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Yar, pirate Jeff!
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