So I went back to the chiro tonight and he caused me great pain, which (according to him, anyway) will help me in the long run. Actually, I know it will help me in the long run because the last time he caused me great pain, I did feel much better. Two days later, after the great pain had subsided. I love my chiro. This man? Has the strongest fingers ever. Which, ok, fair enough totally warrants a “that’s what she said” kinda comment. But dudes. I’m serious. Anyway, this time he told me that things seemed a little stronger in my foot which is great, since I’ve been doing my exercises pretty much fanatically in the hopes that I can get back to karate and kickboxing, etc. He said I’m responding really well and he is pleased with my progress. And it’s great because I eat that shit up. No, really. I turn into super-keener when I am given instruction like that. I even ask things like “would it be a good idea to do the exercises more than once a day?” See? Extra credit! Anyway, in this case no, extra exercises would not be good, but he said to keep on doing what I’m doing AND I can go back to running, karate and all of that. So that makes me very happy. Thanks, Mr. Chiro.
And that? Makes me sing this. Every time.
