My back has been in pain for a while now.
And after my self prescription of ignoring the pain until magic fairies made it disappear wasn’t working, Dave successfully nagged me into going to a chiropractor.
The x-rays show that two of my vertebra go a different direction than up, and the doctor says that the damage is consistent with trauma. I realize that I’m clumsy and all, but have no recollection of an incident that moved two of the vertebra in my spine. Probably Dave punches me while we’re asleep.
So, now I’m going to physical therapy three times a week and dreading the next time the chiropractor ties me up in a pretzel and throws all of his body weight into my 7th vertebra.