Chiropractor
The other day while I was shopping at the grocery store, a very friendly lady snookered me into going to see a chiropractor. Normally I avoid these sorts of sales pitches, but for some reason I talked to her and stepped on her scale. The scale said that I am 10 lbs. heavier on my left leg than my right, and that this could indicate some sort of spinal posture issue. She told me that if I pay the promotional $20 I could get an exam, x-rays and consultation. The whole thing would take 30-45 minutes. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I agreed and made an appointment for 9AM on November 12.
The 12th (today) is my birthday. Liz and I both have the day off. I thought it might be interesting, and what the hell, it’s less than an hour.
Well here I am this morning, back from my visit. And if the result of seeing a chiropractor is to be very very angry, then they were successful. I showed up to the office (Chiro One in Flossmoor) at about 8:45 and filled out some forms. Then I waited. And waited. And waited some more. They had a flat screen monitor running a presentation with a lot of new age BS about “innate intelligence” and “universal intelligence”, so I watched that for a while. Then a I waited some more.
Every few minutes a patient would come in, swipe their card and go back for whatever it is they do at this place.
At about 9:40, I was told it would be about 10 more minutes.
At 10:00 the place was starting to look pretty deserted. Even the receptionist had stepped away from the desk.
I left.
I don’t care about the $20. I want my hour back.
Daddy has the same weight differential – I attribute it to poor posture – you both shift from side to side and stand with your bellies forward. You should have left before you arrived. Besides most people have one side slightly larger than the other and hence it should weigh a tad more. Your left side should be your strength side if you are right handed.