Quasimodo

There was a health fair at my office yesterday. It was nice because participation was encouraged and that meant I could gallivant about and be away from my desk a large part of the morning. There were handfuls of screenings, tests, and even massages. That, by far, was the best part.

My former place of employment had an event such as this, too, which was my first infamous encounter with a chiropractor. Yesterday, I had another such encounter. Not only is my right leg about an eighth to quarter inch shorter than my left, my feet have no arches. None. at. all. Because of this I put pressure on the whole bottom of my feet, especially the outsides. This will apparently cause knee pain, followed by hip pain, followed by arthritis in the back. Furthermore, I have bad posture. Apparently my shoulders walk two steps in front of me and the rest of my body just tries to keep up.

That's right Internet, I'm falling apart and expected to be the hunchback by the middle of next week.

The funny part? The chiropractor was giving me the whole spill of treatments, options, blah blah blah and assured he could take away any pain and asked me where I felt it most. What pain? I'm fine! Seriously, the only pain is on my poor mind that come next week I'm going to be hobbling. I've opted not to "treat" my many, many quirks listed above. The first encounter with the chiropractor led me to his office for a couple of weeks. I decided it was crap and quit going. Hey, I was young and naive and had insurance for the very first time in five years. You betcha I went to his office twice a week!

Now, I'd like your humble opinion on chiropractors and chiropractic care. If you don't have one, tell me your quirks and what is going to cause your to stumble up the bell tower with me.