I Love My Chiropractor

A while back I mentioned how Saige had been having some problems with her leg. Her regular pediatrician, who I do really like, told me there were a couple possibilities, one being surgery with pins in her hip, another being a tumor. Turns out it wasn't either of those friendly choices. What was really wrong was she had been jerked around on a ride at Hershey Park, it had thrown something out of whack in her back and three times to the chiropractor completely fixed her. Now, I know there are a lot of people out there that don't believe in chiropractors. Usually when I hear that I do the same thing I do when someone tells me they voted for Bush, I shake my head and secretly feel sorry and embarrassed for them. Now I am long past caring what other people think about politics. Makes no difference to me. I also don't care what anyone thinks of my opinion. If you know me even the slightest bit, you know where I stand. I don't need to tell you. I don't need to try and make you believe what I do. But now I do feel it is my obligation for the betterment of everyone to tell you how awesome my chiropractor is. My doctor has fixed Chase from chronic stomach problems that regular doctors kept telling me were milk allergy's. In reality his sacrum was moving. All better now. I have pushed out a rib doing yoga. Yes, some serious yoga people. My doctor popped that baby right back in. Today I went in because I could tell there was something seriously wrong with my hip. Somehow I had done something that had moved it down and forward. It was making my sciatic nerve pinch and sending pain shooting down through my leg to me knee. Guess what? All gone. That's all I have to say today. I love my chiropractor.