Wednesday, July 13, 2005
The green of the grass, the CRACK of the back. |4:23 AM|
"Now you're going to hear some powerful crunches"

This nice big Dutch guy named Peter (Pieter? his name badge is hard to read) is having me hug myself and and he's got his arms wrapped around me, and just as he predicts I hear large portions of my spine making CRACK and CRUNNNNCH noises as he manipulates it.
Afterwards, I can straighten all the way up, so I'm happy.
This man, the physical therapist, said what I'd done to my back was a perfect example of a particular ailment, textbook he agreed. He showed it to his coworker and they were exchanging little comments as they poked and prodded me.

Every physical therapist I've run into seemed to have a good attitude about hurting people. It's what they do, so they're not shy about. A real "I'm going to hurt you real well. It'll feel better afterwards, alright?" attitude. That's my feeling, anyhow.

He told my father later "Yeah, he giggled during the procedure." My father replied "Oh, that means you really hurt him."

I'm glad the doctors don't ask how much you think certain procedures are worth, because right after my spine was fixed, I would have paid outrageous amounts, the world, hell I don't think Bazillion is even a number but they could have that much. Of course, be being flat ass broke doesn't really back up my ability to deliver such payments, but it's the thought that counts.



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