Sweet Bead shop in Paris)
On Friday I was at my chiropractor. Well not my chiropractor… she’s in New Zealand so until she gets back I have another chiropractor, he’s originally from New Zealand himself. He’s very good but just not the same. For one thing I get the idea that he wouldn’t be too comfortable if I was in a lot of pain. (For your information… there is usually some pain and I have a very low pain threshold, but funny thing: I always forget about the pain until I walk in his door the next time – a bit like childbirth?)
(Christmas Mince Pies… yum)
Whereas my chiropractor is completely comfortable with my pain… in a good way! It’s one of the reasons I like her… no matter what she does (well… probably not too far past my little pain threshold!) I’ll still be her friend….
Ok, so today I was on the plinth and we were chatting about Christmas and I mentioned the hot whiskeys (they were medicinal!) I’d had. Usually he types my details at the end of a session but today as soon as I mentioned the whiskey he left my side and went straight to the keyboard. He was typing for a long time.
Might be just my imagination but now I think he sees me in a totally new way, Mairead.