Daily spewage of a bitter mind.

I started going to a chiropractor a week or so ago after having messed up my back in a freak ‘reaching-for-the-remote-control accident.’  I had no idea what a chiropractor did, I just know things hurt back there and they needed to be dealt with… on my back, not my butt.

He put me on a mechanical table that made me feel like a dolphin fleeing the fisherman’s net.  He twisted and cracked me like something out of a Saw movie.  Last, he tackled me and pinned me up against a wall like a bear hug gone wrong.

Then my appointments switched to first thing in the morning and I started realizing how much I liked getting a big hug in the morning.  Not a ‘have a good day’ hug but a ‘i-can-make-you-hurt-so-much-more-if-i-wanted-to’ type of hug.  The fact that doc is literally 1/3 of my size and picks me up and snaps my back makes it that much more impressive.

Until today.  I laid on the table and swam around my imaginary ocean.  He pressed on my back a bit and then sent me on my way.  I left the office scratching my head.

I didn’t get my hug.

Now my day feels somewhat incomplete.  I pay for hugs damnit, not swimming lessons!

If I don’t get a hug on Wednesday, I may have to rethink this whole chiropractor thing.

~ by dmoola on November 23, 2009.