“This lower back pain is too
much!” thought Reggie, as he hobbled into a chiropractor’s office. “I have
never seen a chiropractor. Is this the right thing to do?”
“Sir, fill out this form,
please,” the pretty receptionist said. “Sit over there.”
“May I stand?” asked Reggie,
rubbing his lower back. “I'm in agony and cannot sit.”
Moments later, she ushered him
into a change room, where he struggled to undress and put on a green gown.
Then, she took him into a dark, foreboding examination room.
“Can I turn on the light?”
“It’s not that dark. The doctor
will be here, shortly.”
“That is a real skeleton!”
Reggie protested, as he looked around. “Please don’t leave me here.”
It was too late, as the
receptionist had disappeared.
“It’s like a morgue, dark and
cold,” thought Reggie, as he walked towards the skeleton, hanging on
a stand.
He gingerly reached out to touch the dry bones.
“Give me your finger!” a
booming voice ordered, as the chiropractor entered the room. He guided Reggie’s
index finger into a space between two disks and bent the bones together.
The rest of the skeleton bones rattled.
“Ouch!” cried Reggie. “That
hurts!”
“You will never be afraid of a
skeleton again. When your spine is out of alignment, as yours obviously is, the
nerves get pinched and you have pain. Do you want me to help you?”
Reggie was in a state of shock
and in too much agony to protest.
Following an examination and
adjustment, Reggie sat on the side of the examination table, relieved to be
able to sit up, but still fearful of the skeleton.
“Those old dry bones cannot
hurt you,” said the chiropractor. “Begin working on these exercises. I
want to see you three times a week for a while, then twice a week and weekly
after that. Make your appointments at the front desk.”
Reggie stood straight and tall,
as he walked out of the chiropractor’s office, free of pain for the moment.
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