Neanderpundit

Another retort I enjoyed from Pascal.

Minds me of Mr ugly man.

Money quote: “he’s so ugly he’s ugly on the phone”

I was recommended by Pascal’s daughter, a Chiropractor herself, to a guy in Peoria Illinois. Dr Mark Werking In about fifteen minutes he did for me what surgery and ten years of medications have not been able to do.

Now, I have a lot of people who are willing if not anxious to write off chiros as so much quackery, and I am not qualified to have an opinion. However: I am a results based guy, and if someone says lick a ladder and rub a live squirrel on the affected tissue while humming Mussorgsky’s “In the Hut of the Baba Yaga” and it makes me feel better, well, get me that sheet music.

Dr Werking made me feel better. I have not been able to straighten my left knee past maybe 12 degrees for a very long time, locking that knee has been impossible for at least ten years. Well, I still can’t completely straighten it, but I can get it a lot straighter, and it doesn’t keep me up at night, or at least hasn’t the last two weeks.

So he wrenched me around and gave me instructions to see a doctor more local to me and I did, Saturday. She ascribes to the same methods and in fact goes to see Dr Werking herself regularly.

She mentioned that she had some joint issues and in fact had gone into Chiropractic medicine because, at least in part, because of the personal joint issues she has. I can understand that.

It took me back to another time. I was at a family reunion, walking around with my cousin Bill. He had gone into psychiatry, he told me, because he had what he called a lot of unresolved issues with his mother and many of the other women in his life, or so his professors had managed to convince him. He said he hoped he would be able to eventually be more comfortable in the company of women.

I told him I always figured he was uncomfortable in the presence of women because he was gay.

I never did know if I was the first person who told him that or not. He turned and looked at me with his mouth open, started to say something, then closed his mouth, and looked away, then looked back at me, started to say something again, then shook my hand and walked briskly away.

The next time I saw him he had a turquoise feather boa and a purse dog. he’s happy, which is all that matters to him.

Anyway, I’m gonna keep going back to the chiropractor, if she can make this knee progressively better.