Can a Gal Get a Break?
Why do things have to be so difficult for me? Why can’t I just go to a chiropractor’s office and not have to decide if I’m going back or not based on The Quirky Factor?
She seemed so holistic and put together, on the phone.
She seemed to know what she’s talking about when I had my visit with her this morning. Unfortunately she did a whole lot of talking about stuff that wasn’t about me. And shouldn’t we have talked about nothing but me? Do I really need to know that she’s got issues with her landlord and some crazy tenant directly below her?
How is it that I’m always getting into these sorts of conversations from strangers? It’s not like I said, “Hi. Nice to meet you. How are the tenants in this building?” All I said was, “I like this building, have you been here long?” (there were framed pieces of art in all the hallways. apparently it used to be an arts high school)
Also? When you walk into her office, you walk into a big room that doesn’t have a waiting room, just a waiting area that is partitioned off by a see-through screen. Which would be fine were I her only patient, ever. But because she chatted so much, we went well past my appointment and into the appointment of the woman behind me. The woman who came in just as I lay down on the adjustment table. She worked on me for almost half an hour while the other patient sat, not more than 6 feet from my feet.
The chiropractor acted like she wasn’t there, discussing my health issues in front of the waiting patient.
Oh, and the woman who was waiting for her turn?
Our sons were best friends when they were in kindergarten.
“Hi Kathy!” she said to me when I sat up.
“Oh, hi [Mason’s mom]!” I said back to her.
I am so bummed. Because when the chiropractor and I were discussing diet and cancer and my feet and my back, I really liked what she had to say and how competent she seemed. This was before Mason’s mom arrived.
I can’t get past the lack of privacy and the jibber jabber I had to listen to about her tenancy woes.
So I’ll be getting the number of the chiropractor/physiologist and calling Mr. Frame Shop so I can get a consult with his chiropractor. After I find out what his office looks like. Good god, how does a chiropractor think they’re going to get medical respect when they work in such a non-professional setting? No wonder doctors make such fun of them.
And really? Something can’t just be easy for me? I have to make several phone calls and fuck around with my already filled schedule?