Our wonderful grandfather clock received service today. After 10 years of faithful service it needed some oil and attention. Mechanical (and non-mechanical) devices need an occasional tune-up. The symptoms? During the Westminster chimes, some of the notes were slurring. Not a serious problem, but one that portends future problems if ignored. So Tom showed up to do his voodoo. Towards the completion of his work, he called me downstairs to listen to his work. It sounded great.
“So tell me, what do you do?” he asked after demonstrating his handiwork.
“I create patient communication tools for chiropractors,” I replied.
That was followed by a 10-minute explanation about how Tom had been a religious chiropractic patient for a decade or more. And now, how he adjusts himself.
“How do you do that?” I asked.
“My chinning bar,” he said, “I position myself in such a way that I can drop myself and the upper thoracic vertebrae all click into place.”
I was fascinated. Here was the epitome of mechanism (a clock repairman) describing how he adjusted himself. I imagined how even you reading this could quite possibly make your skin crawl. It was great not having any emotional attachment to what he was doing, but curious about his beliefs.
Turns out, he had a high regard for chiropractors.
That’s not always my experience when I reveal I work with chiropractors. Just that he found adjusting himself to be a lot more efficient. And cheaper. The DIY chiropractor.