I recently started seeing a chiropractor for some back issues I have. I am still not sure how I feel about the whole experience yet. Although I have found some relief, there are some things I am still trying to get around.
First of all, the images of crooked and cranked out bones, deteriorating spines, and weird suggestive pressure points does not offer much reading material or reassurance for that matter.
What happened to the motivational "hang in there" kitty, or some good old calming oil paints?
Now the other obstacles I face at the chiropractor is the total lack of personal space. As you lay on the face eating "table" or bed or whatever it is, the doctor leans on you while pressing and cracking and snapping you into funny positions. It's uncomfortable enough having a stranger's hands on me then you want to lean your weight on them to smooth my bones into a more acceptable formation? Eesh.
Lastly that damn table does not make anything you do graceful. Face squished up and imprinted with stitching you roll over on a too skinny table.
"ok now to your left side..." the doc instructs.
I roll, almost falling off, trying to figure out where my knees go without tipping over. Ok now what about my lanky arms? Here under my head? No it's not bedtime. Sticking out straight off the table like a dead dog?
He positions them for me because I am too much of a spaz. Oh of course, both go on my hip. Why not.
Well aside from my obstacles, I still am benefiting from the cracking and shifting. I think I can get over it all, I think.
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