…stay together."

At least, that's according to Nick as we walked out of my chiropractor's office yesterday afternoon. After I found relief last August from regular visits, he broke down and asked me to schedule him an appointment a few days ago after his back went out. Grudgingly, when he was asked to schedule a follow up a few days later, I decided that it was about time that I got into the swing of going again, too.

Now, Nick and I are definitely comfortable around each other, but I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as we looked at each other's X-Rays. I had "Dr. Dave" adjust me first, and he always marvels at how much my back cracks when I just roll into the right position (before he even tries to adjust me). In contrast, Nick thinks he maybe pulled a muscle after his first adjustment.

Dr. Dave was talking to us (Nick, mostly, since my dad has been going to a chiropractor as long as I can remember, and I know how all this stuff works) about how the biggest hurdles for new patients is getting them to relax so they don't tense up and fight the adjustment. Then he looked at me and said, "I've always gotten a lot of movement with you, though…from day one." Hey, we all gotta be good at something. It turns out, I'm good at making my joints adjust without any manipulation.

After my run last night, just before hitting the shower, I leaned down with straight legs and placed my palms on the floor to help stretch out. Nick yelled from the couch, "How do you do that!? Why can't I do that!?" I wanted to smack both him and Dr. Dave yesterday, seriously. My "hyper-mobility", as I have been diagnosed, is the crux of most of my problems with chronic pain. Seriously, you don't wanna be like me.