I Once Said, "Only on the Eighth Day of the Week."

[catatonicia]

The bad thing about working for a chiropractor is that he believes I need adjusted as well.  Of course I have that pesky little partially dislocated shoulder from, oh about eleven years ago.  He heard it pop and started writing out the x-ray referral then and there; you know it's a bad sign when a chiropractor hears it from across the room and

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[bonefish21]

Turns out two of my vertebrae are pointed in the completely opposite direction of where they should be

no good, soldier

[catatonicia]

Yeah, that's putting it mildly. But hey, the upshot is that it's fixable. Sounds like you're on quite the health quest yourself, ne?

[bonefish21]

just sick of being a chubmonster.

[catatonicia]

Aww. I don't recall you being a chubmonster, but it's been awhile since we've last seen each other, ne? Handsome, smart, and charming are the always lasting impressions it would seem.

[catatonicia]

I just keep telling him, "I wasn't in any pain until you started cracking bones I didn't even know I had." I'm pretty much committed to it at this point, although I learned the hard way that making him laugh during adjustments is probably not the best thing to do if I want to expedite the process. He asked why I only got tense when he went to crack my neck and I told him, "That's because this is the part in the movie where everyone generally drops dead." He thought that was funny, apparently. I just hate the, "Huh. That really should have cracked by now. And why won't this pop? What if I try this...no, guess not. Hm." Meanwhile, "this," constitutes lying flat on my back, then turning just my upper body to face the wall while he stands behind me and pulls my right arm over my entire body, holds onto it and pulls as he proceeds to jump on me with the majority of his weight to try and crack some pain in the ass part of my hip and back that's driving him nuts. All the fun and excitement, yeah? The weird thing is every time I

[catatonicia]

Well enough. He's so laid back and easy going that it's a nice change of pace from Stu. Having plenty of time to write smut on post it notes and getting paid for it is also a bonus. ::grins::

Most of our clients are really nice and they all like me enough to remember me by name, which apparently was unusual. He wasn't used to people telling him how much they liked the person at the front desk, apparently. Although he's slowly discovering that I dislike women and children. We have this one woman who insists on bringing her two year old and four year old and leaving them unattended in the waiting room which I can't actually see from my desk. The day they bolted for the door was the only time I got anywhere closed to pissed. Bah. Stupid, stupid women. Alas, no cute Princeton people, mostly just a bunch of older women. But hey, at least I don't have to work with anyone else during the day. The cheerleader would be hated with prolonged exposure, I have no doubt about that.

Whatever happened with your work situation?