Why do you think you have all those joints?

I just finish adjusting my brother-in-law and as he is standing there I said to him, "Get up and move around more, Don't do so much sitting." He says, "Thanks a lot!" My sister-in-law, lying face down on the table said to him, "Why do you think you have all those joints?" I laughed, visualizing him, joint-less, all the while thinking, "What a great thought!" Why indeed? The conversation deteriorated from there into the definition of "joint". My brother-in-law, pointed out, correctly so, that there are several different kinds of "joints". My sister in law gave him the look!

Think about it. No, no, not the several different kinds of joints argument, but the "all those (body) joints", joints. What is the point of all those joints? Well, in a word, "MOVEMENT! There is NO "movement" without joints! There is no muscle without joints, heck there is no skeleton without joints! My job disintegrates to an ten hour shift of "poking protoplasm". That's just a disgusting thought.

I have been advocating exercise/movement for years. It goes something like this in the office. Me - "Some kind of regular exercise would help you to feel better and not see me so much." They say, "Why do I have to exercise?" Me - "Uh, it's good for you. You'll live longer. You'll feel better. You'll sleep better. You'll look better. You won't get hurt as easily. You'll recover faster". Good arguments all, but somehow lacking that something, that nugget that seals the deal, that thing that drives people to lace up their Nikes. Until now!

Cue the office, Me - "Some kind of regular exercise will be beneficial". Them - "What kind of exercise should I do?" Me - "Doesn't matter as long as it's regular." Them - "Why do I need to exercise?" Are you ready for it? Me - " Why do you think you have all those joints?" Them - dumbfounded, knowledge of the universe, uh-huh, holy @#%&* moment. Question answered, enlightenment bestowed. You get the idea. It's brilliant!

Remember, "When your body's busted, get it adjusted and Exercise is good! After all, why do you think you have all those joints?

Dr. Mike

When your body's busted......

Many years ago I was kidding around with a friend of mine and we were telling stories about our youth. It became apparent in the conversation that he felt he had been "gypped" out of some of his life because there were things he hadn't done because he didn't want to get hurt. I have heard this same scenario in the office many times, where a person will, after having been adjusted and much improved, say how much they didn't do while they were growing up because they didn't want to get a "headache" or "back pain". This "thing" kept them from living life to the fullest. If they'd have known how easy it was to "fix" they'd have been able to do a lot more stuff.

I remember growing up thinking the opposite! I remember telling myself, "I'm going to do this, if I mess up and get hurt, I can just go to the chiropractor and he'll fix me up". (I went to the chiropractor a lot!) I had an idyllic childhood, in a time of few TVs and no video games or computers. Our entertainment was the great outdoors. A "crash" was a "Crash", we had less than thirteen channels, all switched manually, and the only thing that would "freeze", was you, in the winter! A different paradigm to be sure.

The point is this. This is not just a chiropractic phenomenon. How much stuff do we "miss out on" just because we are scared/worried about getting hurt? There is a poster in the window of my sons school, facing the parking lot oddly enough, as if the class is pointing this out to the people parking. It says, "How many things would you attempt if you knew you could not fail?"  The answer for most people, I'm guessing, is "everything"! My dad says, "Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might gain by fearing to attempt".  Really, how bad is failure? Really.

So figure it out, that "thing" that will "fix" you and then go out there and live. Don't get to the far end of your life and feel gypped. Don't be standing at the gate and feel ripped off. Think of life this way, "The object of life is not to arrive at the grave intact and in a well preserved body; but rather to skid in sideways, broken down and well used, screaming "Holy shit! What a ride!" OOrah to that!

And remember, when your body's busted, get it adjusted!

Dr. Mike