the chicken or the egg
I had a chiropractor appointment today. It was my first visit at this office, so I was given the full work up. Not my favorite thing, having a full work up at a medical office. Especially in unflattering paper shorts and a hospital gown—with the requisite slice up the back!
It’s a damn good thing I remembered to shave my legs this morning.
So after my grueling ordeal wherein I was poked and prodded, twisted and bent in pretzel-like positions—sort of like playing twister without the colored circles on the floor—I have one question.
Do I fall down a lot because my spine is out of alignment, or is my spine out of alignment because I fall down a lot?
What came first is a question that even the doctor could not answer. I argued that I was clumsy first because I was clumsy coming out of the womb. The chiropractor argued that coming out of the womb is, in and of itself, a torturous adventure that can leave an infant with a misaligned spine! The simple truth is…we may never know the truth.
The good news is, they have a half off massage special going on, and I would really like a massage. Especially after having my vertebrae poked before I even had dinner!
But there was no time for a massage today. As much as I would like to have walked out of there completely cured of my balance issues, and in perfect spinal alignment, I walked out much the same as I walked in. Well, other than those nagging sore spots where my bones were studied. Maybe I’ll be cured after my next visit. I have a lunchtime appointment set for next Tuesday. I know…I’m a glutton for punishment.
Until the next time…I’ll be begging my husband for a free massage.