Even when it's hard to tell what the joint pain is from... encroaching old age... an insidious virus... the vague bodily abuses incurred by living at 4' 10" in a 6 foot world... encroaching old age...
But sometimes I wonder why I bother. Don't get me wrong- chiropractic works for me, but I'm so the opposite of nice to my body (tripping over things, twisting things, moving things the wrong way- mostly just your everyday clutzy behaviour) that even though the headache goes away for awhile and the back stops hurting with every breath, it doesn't take long to become a twisted sister again.
Like I told him this morning- "What's the point! Ten minutes of wedging clay this afternoon will undo all this!"
Still, I suppose five relatively pain free hours is worth it.
And I might be a gentle wedger this time.
And I'll go back next week and he'll fix me all up again.
"Yes. Could I reserve a table for one on Friday morning with Dr. B.? Thank you so much. I'll see you then."