Breaking in half

The other day as my husband was trying to blow a zerbert on our youngest daughter's belly, he threw his back out. I think it's hilarious how he did it, but not that he did it. Poor baby moped around, hurting. As soon as he did it, I gave him two Advil and got the ice pack (always ice an injury, not heat). I finally convinced him to go to the chiropractor. He didn't need much because he's been before, and loves it.

Thank goodness for our chiropractor. He is so fabulous. He helped me get through my last pregnancy. Without him, I would have been bed ridden and unable to care for our other two children. Not nice. It took me almost two years to convince my husband to go.

I guess what turned him off for awhile was my description of what the chiropractor does to me. I always told my husband it felt like he was breaking me in half. And it felt so good when he was done. It does, too. I guess the details were a little too much.

What finally conviced him was hurting his back. I hear a lot of bad things about chiropractors, but I would go everyday if I could. When he hurt his back, he woke up in spasms so painful, I thought I was going to have to call 911. Not being able to do something about the pain was tearing me up. Watching someone you love hurt like that is so hard.

When he went, the chiro fussed at him about waiting so long. But, he had some really good drugs from our primary doctor. The chiro twisted and turned him and I think I heard my husband's muffled screams at one point. Then he got put on "the table". I love the table.

You lay down on it and the chiro adjusts it to your body length and where your pain is. Mine is lower back and I'm short. My husband's was upper back, and he's taller. Then the chiro pushes the magic button, and rollers start underneath you. First they roll above your pain, then over the site of the pain, then below your pain. So it would do my middle back, lower back, then the top of my butt, and back again. The rollers start small and gentle. Then they get bigger and faster and harder. Almost like beating the pain out of you. It's horrible and I love it. I need me one of those tables.

I can honestly say that if you have back issues, or shoulder, or whatever, get adjusted. It is so phenomenal. Not only that, but when I'm adjusted and lined up right, I don't have nearly the health problems. My sinuses are clear, no headaches, and I don't walk with a hitch and a limp. It is so fantastic. Ask my husband, he'll tell you.

It's recommended that you get adjusted once a month. It costs us thirty dollars per visit. And he does babies as young as six weeks. Got a fussy, collicky baby? Take it to a chiro. I kid you not. It's great for kids, too. As hard as they play, they get injuries, too. They just aren't big babies like adults. If I could afford it, I would go everyday.

And the other thing I like about my chiro. He loves Whataburger as much as I do. I was telling him one time about how good their burgers are. So greasy and nasty. Damn, my mouth is watering. We finally started getting those burger joints in Florida. Everytime he sees me, he gets mad. Because everytime he sees a Whataburger, he has to get a double meat, double cheese. Yum, get one for me, hold the maters and the pickles.

Do something really cool for yourself. Get adjusted.