But he's still on thin ice.

We discussed my treatment and decided to keep going. I figured he would counter my, "I feel worse now that before I started seeing you," statment with the "Your muscles got used to carrying your body a certain way for 27 years, so now they're a little PO'd that you're making them change," argument.

After further talks with Frinklin and my Mom, I decided to stick it out until at least the 6 month mark. It helps that he spent a full half hour with me today. My neck can twist all the way to the left again!

While there, I was asked about a particular torture-device Dr. Chiropractor uses to shake your hips loose from your body (or something along those lines). The asker was a very large black man, well over six feet tall. When I mentioned to the Doc that his office was full today, he said he had begun treating some professional atheletes. I'm not a huge sports nut, but I'm a fan of my local (and traditionally sucky) Padres and Charges, so I asked it the tall black man was a Charger.

"No," he replied, "He's a Raider."

The look of horror on my face must have been significant. I was shocked that he would betray San Diego by assisiting our greatest football rivals. The Doc quickly followed up with, "But he's retired!"

He better be, Doc. He better be.

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