Wikipedia, that rigorous, reliable academic source, says that "Chiropractic is a health care discipline and profession that emphasizes diagnosis, treatment and prevention of mechanical disorders of the musculoskeletal system, especially the spine, under the hypothesis that these disorders affect general health via the nervous system" and warns that "Death has occurred following chiropractic spinal manipulation, and the risks by far surpass its benefit". Good thing I don't believe everything I read.
At the small clinic in a posh suburb of Glasgow, I completed the health questionnaire prior to my appointment. Do the expect me to remember whether I fell down stairs or got knocked about before I was 5? I can't say my memory of that period of my life is terribly strong. I also didn't really get the question about health that required you to score (out of ten) how healthy you were and how healthy you wanted to be. Who wouldn't put 10 for the second? Who wants to be less than perfectly healthy?
Having worked my way through the paperwork, I was issued into the back room where my general misalignment and reactions were tested. I don' think it was a disaster, but maybe she was just being nice by saying nothing at all.
Then the adjustment. The part that everyone thinks about. The neck-cracking (during which I couldn't stop myself thinking about the results of a slightly more vigorous twist) and the folding and massaging of the bits and pieces of the body around the spine. It wasn't as bad as expected, certainly not as sore as other people had led me to believe. Something different, for sure.
To cap it off, my neck and back felt better the next day. Placebo effect or not, think what you like, I owe my friend a drink.
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