“I’m going to have to unhook this,” my chiropractor said, sitting behind me with my back exposed in one of those medical tops that barely covers anything.
By all means! I can’t do it….my back hurts.
In all my times that I've been to chiropractors, I never had to take my shirt off. I wore one of those unsexy pieces of fabric that tie in the back. I left my bra on because I did not think it would interfere with what he had to do. He said, in the most awkward way, “I’ll leave the room while you change and leave the door open a little bit so I know you’re ready to proceed.”
I really was cracking up when he left. “Proceed”!
Unfortunately, I am now going to this chiropractor because the fees for the previous chiropractor that I mentioned in my last blog were much higher than the one I go to now. I did a search on Google for chiropractors in my town and he was the third one on the list. I read that he also has a physical therapist on staff. I emailed this chiropractor about my case. He happens to be a runner as well. Score! Good thing I clicked the “I’m feeling lucky” box on Google. J
I went for my free consultation the next day. I told him that I emailed him the day before. He figured it was me because he read my chart. I knew my insurance would not cover this, but he hooked me up! It pays to run. J I got major discounts for both chiropractic care and physical therapy! I’m his favorite. ;) I love having a doctor that runs. They understand...or they're just biased.
I could not keep a straight face from the second I met him! It’s bad! I felt sexual tension right from the start. I feel tension with every doctor that I go to (only the young ones). I don’t know what it is! Our personalities clash though. I am vibrant and he is dull, of course. He is not bad looking. I couldn’t look at him because I would blush. I hate that!
To break the ice, we talked about running. He asked me what my greatest distance was, which is a half marathon (13.1 miles). We just so happened to run the same half marathon this past May. I beat him by 25 minutes! He was so impressed. Haha he got beat by a girl! That sure deflated his ego.
I am going to sign up for a free bootcamp week that his practice offers. One of its instructors wrote me in an email: "Rumor has it you took Dr. M. in a race. Love it!" He will never hear the end of this! What now, Doc!? I wasn’t even adjusted! I can’t believe he told this instructor about me! In fact, he even told a local running club about my case, being a runner and a virgin to chiropractic. He gave a 15-minute speech after my appointment. He is all about me running. I told him I am running the NYC Marathon next year. I said I’ll give him credit, but he will only take one percent. I should ask him to join my team. That would be so awkward!
I am going to sign up for a free bootcamp week that his practice offers. One of its instructors wrote me in an email: "Rumor has it you took Dr. M. in a race. Love it!" He will never hear the end of this! What now, Doc!? I wasn’t even adjusted! I can’t believe he told this instructor about me! In fact, he even told a local running club about my case, being a runner and a virgin to chiropractic. He gave a 15-minute speech after my appointment. He is all about me running. I told him I am running the NYC Marathon next year. I said I’ll give him credit, but he will only take one percent. I should ask him to join my team. That would be so awkward!
Dr. M. attends the advanced bootcamp classes atat 5:45 a.m. That is too early! The instructor told me to attend that one because it's my level. FML. I wonder how this will pan out, seeing him at the bootcamp. Technically he is not at work, and I am not being treated. I’m still his patient though. This reminds me of a counseling case in my ethics class. Should the counselor/doctor initiate small talk or would that make the client/patient feel uncomfortable, considering he or she will see this person for an appointment? He will see me all sweaty. Ahhhhhhh this is weird! I am curious to see the dynamics though. For the good of the blog!
While he was (literally) on my back, he said, "I'm not on your shirt." I had no idea what he meant, so I didn't say anything. Then I think he realized that sounded bad, so he clarified, saying he doesn't see his name as a sponsor on the back of my shirt.
He said his patients waiting outside don’t like me. I asked why.
He said his patients waiting outside don’t like me. I asked why.
“I don’t know why. Do you know people who don’t like you?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Why don’t they like you? Because you’re faster than them?”
Is this conversation really happening?
Then he said something in French, as if I understood! Is he trying to impress me? To top it off, he said he used to date a Croatian woman! He is bringing up his personal life!
“Us chiropractors are crazy. Just like people who run marathons.”
What an insult!
I saw this chiropractor three days in a row. I'm spending more time with him than I would with a boyfriend! All days have been awkward. When I was done on day two, he helped me up from the lay-down chair and hugged me! “Welcome to the chiropractic family,” he said. I almost burst out laughing! He says some weird stuff!
The last two days he showed more of a personality— laidback and inappropriate! He wore a shirt and jeans. What he was saying shocked me! I met with him for an hour on my second day. He was lecturing about the spine and a bunch of way-out-there jibberish, which I did not understand. He must be an alien. Actually, he does look like one.
The last two days he showed more of a personality— laidback and inappropriate! He wore a shirt and jeans. What he was saying shocked me! I met with him for an hour on my second day. He was lecturing about the spine and a bunch of way-out-there jibberish, which I did not understand. He must be an alien. Actually, he does look like one.
There is a picture of him holding a black baby girl (he is Canadian) on the reception desk. No woman in the picture. I don’t know if he adopted her or something. I do not want to get involved with a guy with child or who was divorced…or is married! I don’t want that baggage!
We went over my results and I have two problems that need adjustment, in addition to a tight IT-Band which will be taken care of with physical therapy (done by a female…bummer) and Active Release Technique (ART). He performs ART on me each time I see him. It’s a godsend! I have a love/hate relationship with ART though. It hurts like a mofo, but it works! I also find it sexy in a way.
“Ow…..oww.....ow…owwwwwwww!” I shouted in pain. I’m very vocal. ;)
“You can curse,” he said.
“I don’t curse.”
“How come?”
“It’s just a choice. There are other words I can use. I don’t get angry much anyway.”
“I’m impressed.”
Wow! It turns me on when he does ART to me. My leg is in the air and he is pressing down with his thumb with full force. “This is what is going to make me retire early (meaning his sore thumb),” he said. I try to dissociate myself from this experience because it gets really painful. It helps to think that a hot guy is on top of me doing that. Hot! I hope I don’t make any of “those” faces.
He is closed on Fridays, but he really wanted to see me the next day to see how I reacted to treatment overnight. He taught a Pilates class earlier that day, so he was in his office anyway. I was his only patient. He opened the doors just for me. There was a woman from the Vitamin Shoppe there, too. Apparently, she is going to make him “famous” at her store. He told her that I am going to take first place in the marathon. I like the compliments, but I wonder what that woman was thinking about what is going on!
He is saying some inappropriate things to me now. I know he can pretty much do or say whatever he wants, but I think he is crossing the line! For instance, in counseling it is unethical to touch a patient (handshake is OK only if they initiate it). I know that his job is very touchy feely, but that is allowed only during treatment. I extended my hand to him before leaving. He hugged me instead! “Thanks for trusting in me,” he said.
I will post a weekly update to track his progress. Who wants to bet that he will ask me out in three months (the extent of treatment)?
Keepin’ it real,
Realist