I have been converted. I see the light. I speak the truth.
Chiropractic medicine is not pseudo-medicine.
Two weeks ago, while playing a few holes of golf with my 15-year old son, I did something to my back. It didn't seem like much, just a little tweak. However, I decided to quit after three holes because it was tightening up and because I had some sod that I needed to get rolled out before it died.
By the time I finished the yard work, it was dark and I had turned into an 85-year-old man with acute spinal trauma. I was miserable. I loaded up on ibuprofen and crawled (literally) into bed, which is where I stayed for most of the next twenty-four hours. If you ever have had a lower back issue, you know what I am talking about. If you haven't, then you certainly have nodded your head in sympathy at other people's tales of woe while not really understanding just how miserable and limiting a bad back can be. Pray that you never find out.
"There, that should do it," he said.
The relief was not immediate but within a day I was much improved. A day or two later, my back was fine. I couldn't believe it. Chiropractic medicine is not voodoo. It works.