Next week I am headed back to Lompoc for an appointment with the chiropractor. Every five years or so I get a pain in my back. I can nurse it along, and it will recover in 30 to 45 days, or I can go to Dr. Gene Pritchett and voilà, I recover in three days.
I had never been in favor or chiropractors. My mother told me they were all quacks, so that was that . . until, one day, I hurt my back . The regular doctor gave me some pills and said it would heal by itself over time. A week later I was still in agony, so I took my boss’s recommendation and saw his brother-in-law in Fresno. I improved immediately and in two days I was normal.
They weren’t quacks. I was wrong.
I wish it was the only time in my life where I was absolutely convinced of something that turned out to be wrong. Maybe that’s just the result of being human, of playing the hand you’re dealt for better or worse.
Or, maybe, I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed . . . 😊