My chiropractor, who I haven’t visited in 20 years, is doing a little catch up with me as might be expected. I’ve been writing, he’s just back from his dog trial championship win.
I’m face down on his bench and he’s twisted me in preparation. Crunch. Done.
“This is just the same problem you used to have, when you were working like a dog.”
I immediately wonder what other disrespectful ideas did he have. Farmwives work but I was no one's dog. It will take time to move past his words.
And to think that I paid him for this treatment!