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Phrases you don't want to hear from the chiropractor:

"Holy crap, that's like popcorn!" (My right wrist makes exciting popping noises when manipulated.)

That amusement aside, I was pretty impressed--he was very straightforward, not particularly flaky, and did not offer me immortality if I came in daily for a year. Other than wanting to see me in a day or two to see if the current adjustment took, or if he needs to send me to a massage therapist, they were very relaxed about scheduling being up to my time, budget, and inclination, nor did they spout any particular crackpotness at me, or offer to cure all my ills (in fact, they specifically stated that they couldn't cure anything much, they could just make some bone adjustments. When we ran through the medical history and I explained that I got migraines occasionally if I drank too much coffee and strained my eyes, he said "Well, then don't do those things," rather than offering to cure it.) And they also arranged to hook up with my actual doctor and send along all the X-rays and consult them on any of the treatments.

No voodoo in evidence. All in all, I was pretty impressed.

Also, X-rays of my spine are scary lookin'.

My back got popped like baritone bubble wrap, and they sent me home with instructions to use a hot towel and ice when it got sore. (The chiropractor also suggested swearing repeatedly and cursing his name, since it may evidentally be very sore.)

So overall, a pretty positive experience. We'll see if it actually WORKS, of course, but I didn't get "raging quack" vibes up front, which is really as much as I'd hoped for off the bat.

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ursulav

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Phrases you don’t want to hear from the chiropractor:

“Holy crap, that’s like popcorn!” (My right wrist makes exciting popping noises when manipulated.)

That amusement aside, I was pretty impressed–he was very straightforward, not particularly flaky, and did not offer me immortality if I came in daily for a year. Other than wanting to see me in a day or two to see if the current adjustment took, or if he needs to send me to a massage therapist, they were very relaxed about scheduling being up to my time, budget, and inclination, nor did they spout any particular crackpotness at me, or offer to cure all my ills (in fact, they specifically stated that they couldn’t cure anything much, they could just make some bone adjustments. When we ran through the medical history and I explained that I got migraines occasionally if I drank too much coffee and strained my eyes, he said “Well, then don’t do those things,” rather than offering to cure it.) And they also arranged to hook up with my actual doctor and send along all the X-rays and consult them on any of the treatments.

No voodoo in evidence. All in all, I was pretty impressed.

Also, X-rays of my spine are scary lookin’.

My back got popped like baritone bubble wrap, and they sent me home with instructions to use a hot towel and ice when it got sore. (The chiropractor also suggested swearing repeatedly and cursing his name, since it may evidentally be very sore.)

So overall, a pretty positive experience. We’ll see if it actually WORKS, of course, but I didn’t get “raging quack” vibes up front, which is really as much as I’d hoped for off the bat.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

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In between having my back palpitated and painting yet more of the Endless Death March of the Happy Frog, I used the excuse to fool around with some acrylic paint markers I'd picked up on a whim, and did a physical version of the Burch-inspired red rat.

http://yerf.com/vernursu/redrat2.jpg

Wild stylistic departures can be fun. I think the key with this sorta thing is just not to take it very seriously.

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ursulav

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In between having my back palpitated and painting yet more of the Endless Death March of the Happy Frog, I used the excuse to fool around with some acrylic paint markers I’d picked up on a whim, and did a physical version of the Burch-inspired red rat.

http://yerf.com/vernursu/redrat2.jpg

Wild stylistic departures can be fun. I think the key with this sorta thing is just not to take it very seriously.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

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So I went out to get a book from the car, turning on the porchlight as I went.

I stepped onto the front porch and noted a stick on the porch.

A...moving...stick.

It was a millipede, maybe three inches long, of a variety I hadn't seen before.

I called James out. He looked at it, agreed it was very large, and went back inside.

I got my book, and on the way back up, narrowly avoided stepping on a slug the size of a friggin' bratwurst the largest slug I've seen since I left Oregon, a handsomely spotted individual of sleek sluggy lines, just the sort you want as a totem animal if you're into that sort of thing. No organ-grinder slug, this! This was a slug with majesty.

I called James out. He looked at it, agreed it was very large, and tried to go back inside, whereupon another millipede, this time one of the giant yellow-legged ones the approximate girth and length of a cocktail weenie, pulled up along side the slug, possibly signalling a turn or enraged that the slug was doing 25 in a 45 zone, or something. I dunno.

We gazed at this for a moment, and then agreed that our porch was, verily, a home to giants in the earth. Then we both went inside, 'cos Nature, in all it's multifacted glory, can still be pretty disgusting at times.

breeden
ursulav

(no subject)

So I went out to get a book from the car, turning on the porchlight as I went.

I stepped onto the front porch and noted a stick on the porch.

A…moving…stick.

It was a millipede, maybe three inches long, of a variety I hadn’t seen before.

I called James out. He looked at it, agreed it was very large, and went back inside.

I got my book, and on the way back up, narrowly avoided stepping on a slug the size of a friggin’ bratwurst the largest slug I’ve seen since I left Oregon, a handsomely spotted individual of sleek sluggy lines, just the sort you want as a totem animal if you’re into that sort of thing. No organ-grinder slug, this! This was a slug with majesty.

I called James out. He looked at it, agreed it was very large, and tried to go back inside, whereupon another millipede, this time one of the giant yellow-legged ones the approximate girth and length of a cocktail weenie, pulled up along side the slug, possibly signalling a turn or enraged that the slug was doing 25 in a 45 zone, or something. I dunno.

We gazed at this for a moment, and then agreed that our porch was, verily, a home to giants in the earth. Then we both went inside, ‘cos Nature, in all it’s multifacted glory, can still be pretty disgusting at times.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.